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