February, still winter, but under a brilliant, clear blue Provencal sky one is easily fooled into believing that the promise of spring is closer than perhaps it is. As I meandered Lourmarin’s tall, narrow streets, looking up at that deep cornflower …

Have you ever wondered what is behind ‘that door’,  if you turned the door handle who you would find?And if you did, how many people the property enfolds, how old they are, what their lives involve, how the house is …