It's a magic day and we dawdle through beautiful wine and fruit growing regions. We look at stunningly beautiful old buildings and chat. We have coffee. We have a picnic lunch. We remember tomorrows forecast is bad so we decide to push on. We take an unintended hilly detour. We arrive late and get the last bed in town. We really enjoy wine, dinner and a magnum (ice cream not bubbles!).....
A guesthouse again tonight.
Wish I was there.
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