I've never watched a good year (the one with Russell Crowe) from the beginning, only the ending. I watch it and think, hmmm, i should really go there. And then i realize i have. It's set in Provence, and by looking at the scenes in town, it probably is Aix. Pretty, from what i remember, and hot.
I'd love to wine and dine away the time, but i've dined a good 3 hours away, so it's back to work. It's terrible that i find food such a pleasure, that i cannot eat for mere sustainence.
The title of the post is a line from the movie, near the end. A great way to apologize for a stolen kiss, eh?
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