The art of fulfilment
Capçanes, the peaceful Priorat village so close to our farm, was a beacon of contentment. Dusk had fallen on a still, blue day, and the nest of soft yellow street lights at the foot of the Sierra de Llaberia...
Capçanes, the peaceful Priorat village so close to our farm, was a beacon of contentment. Dusk had fallen on a still, blue day, and the nest of soft yellow street lights at the foot of the Sierra de Llaberia...