04 January 2014

What I thought was love with Collioure, was only infatuation.  When I met Villeneuve de Conflent, I knew that my excitement for Collioure's seascape and beachy naiveté was fleeting compared to the security provided by Villeneuve's mountainous embrace.  Down wandering streets glimpses of towering, tree-covered peaks were eminent.  And with the train that passes by, I thought, surely, Villeneuve was the place for us.  Just a short ride from the city, no doubt we could pass many a year here.  Sipping Banyuls and sharing a crust of bread...

1 comment:

  1. Wow, it looks just like in the movies!