The scene is set like a table: Sturdy chairs, small wooden tables, plain round wine glasses, ironstone plates, waiters in black pants, white aprons with their shirt sleeves rolled perfectly and most likely a black bow tie.  Some things…

The wind, that famous freezing Mistral, nearly stopped me from going to the brocante this morning: How dare it! How dare it creep in on a Sunday morning! It has all week to take advantage of the clouds, blowing them…