If there are still fairies alive in France, they’re hiding in Corrèze, I’m sure. I crushed so hard on this one fairy mound just outside the gîte Francois rented – you know the type that opens on the Midsummer night a shortcut straight to Avalon. We climbed it on the second day – fairy Hawthorns guarding the road up the hill, moss covered stone ruins of whoknowswhat & a lush green hilly landscape vistas peppered with castle towers as far as you can see.
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