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I
had the house of my memoirs to safekeep the future recollections
of my children... these sites rich in bitter sweet memories,
the history of our life, written on all the walls in mysterious
and indelebile characters, that each vibration of the
spirit, surround you with deep emotions or childish superstitions.
G. Sand |
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Unaffected by the
passage of time and its demands,
the Auberge des Adrets has drawn its inspiration from
lessons of the past.
The deep desire to awaken our
deadened senses, to remind us the simple pleasures of
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More than any offers,
the old houses of the South have a certain magic and wealth
of feelings.
The light playing on the limestone-rendred walls brings
them to life, the soft hues,
Clildren laughing, the joyful chatter that large families
have left embedded in them,
Everything about them reminds us about what really matters
in life and makes us feel good. |
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A woman in
her right Mind,
A cat exploring books,
Friends throught thick and thin,
Without whom life is not worth living.
Guillaume Apollinaire |
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