Tag: France

  • Comforting country and soaring above it

    We drove out of Albi, pointing towards gentle hills. This was comforting countryside, an unctuous and undulating Sunday-morning duvet in the form of a landscape. Rendered in lucid green and corduroy brown, it enveloped and elevated us as we traced along its ridge lines and valleys, edging closer and closer to the gorge. By the…