Castles IN THE Air: Coming Home to the Perigord.
Perhaps because men and women have for so long worked the fiel.
The drowsy rich summer days, followed by cool autumn nights and then the chill brilliance of a mid-winter frost.
The taste of food, the sweetness of the country air after one of the spectacular late-summer thunderstorms suddenly etching the sky with alarmingly jagged bolts of lightening.
The senses are heightened in the Perigord, what the French call la France profonde, deep France.
Castles IN THE Air: Coming Home to the Perigord