Last year in October, after Paris, Jim came to meet me and we took a little trip in Normandy. We started in the Perche region, only an hour and a half West of Paris, the trip wholly inspired by this article. It turned out to be the perfect Fall trip, like a French New England, but with cider and Calvados, boudin noir and tarte tatin, hikes through small vine-covered villages and in misty magical almost shire-like(!) landscapes with rich green and yellow grasses, deep colored leaves and flowers, past small stone houses and rich chateaus. Maybe someday I can open a little inn in the Perche. It would be a dream.