Les Corbières

... c'est ça. Today we were invited to lunch in Narbonne by the most elegant couple we know. When I leave their small but perfectly formed loft-space flat, packed with books and artworks, I just want to throw away everything we own that is not both useful and beautiful. After lunch and lots of enjoyable, intelligent conversation, we called in to see Uncle J and Aunt B, as we haven't seen them since before we went to Spain. More chat and wine, and by the time we left it was 7 pm, and I hadn't taken a single photo.

So S kindly drove home via the scenic route; the fresh green of the vines looked beautiful in the golden evening light. I took this not far from here.