Tears in Provence
Jun 02, 2021
3 minutes
Reader, I realised the dream. And may I give you a warning: DON’T.
For 20 years, I laboured in London and New York, manufacturing TV ads. I crammed gourmet food into the mouths of greedy, demanding clients with high anxiety pumping through their veins along with the copious alcohol I provided. My pleasure in food, drink and life itself quite drained away as my liver withered. After so much, I quit.
I bought a ruined olive mill in the foothills of the Alps
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