The first evening we were there, we ambled down a two-lane road carved into the hillside, toward Il Pianone, a well-known restaurant in the area that specializes in a fusion of traditional Tuscan and Bergamasque cuisine.
From there we ambled around the countryside, admiring its many shades of green, and even found a couple of covered bridges, one not far from the inn.
From there we ambled across to the Colston Hall to catch rising producer Gramcy playing a set that, while decidedly lighter than his own productions, was perfect for a crowd huddled on a terrace watching the sky turn a burnt pink.
As dusk fell we ambled past the wrought-iron gates.
At 6 59 p.m., we ambled down Bank Street.
We ambled out into summer sunlight and Adam showed me the village.
As dusk fell we ambled past the wrought-iron gates, onto the lawn.
We ambled along a dusty track, trunk-in-hand, for 15 minutes.
As we ambled along the less gentrified and white-ified half, her lowdown of its history was interrupted by exclamations like "Wow, there's a cat cafe!" or "Look!
Day 1 started slowly, as we ambled through the Jardin Majorelle, a renowned botanical garden created in the 1920s by a French painter, Jacques Majorelle, and later owned by Yves Saintheaurent (the designer's ashes are now scattered there).
When we ambled up to his humble enclosure, Eunice grabbed my nose and said, "Kokiri".
