A sp eacute cial holiday
In the middle of the summer, while I was still a student, M invited me to come and spend a few days with her in her family home in the Hérault hinterland, on the first foothills of the Montagne Noire. I had joined M at her place, because we did not live together, and we had driven in her car. You'll see, she told me, Joncous (name of her house) is great for the holidays. It is an old farmhouse in the middle of a large clearing, well exposed with all the comforts. There are plenty of walks to do...