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A last after-dinner stroll through Saint Antonin Noble Val. This small village turned out to be a perfect home base for us this week. And @lauren_seabourne and I are on our way home today with full hearts and lots of memories. #tarn #southoffrance #joyoftravel #saintantoninnobleval

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