All you need is love

This week, I find the perfect table and bake a whole cheese.

A perfectly imperfect chair.

On Sunday, we went to the yearly big brocante in Pézenas, a town about half an hour away from us famous for its antique shops. Each October, for one day only, the streets are lined with antique stalls, snaking all around the town. When I say antiques, in some cases, that might be generous. There are tables and tables filled …