Naughty Stopover: Fucking the Tree Climber in the Canopy
Landed in Lyon airport, jet-lagged from Paris layover. Rented a beat-up Renault, tossed my suitcase in the trunk, punched Dombes into GPS. Foggy autumn drive through wetlands, parks everywhere. Pulled into gravel courtyard of my inherited 17th-century farmhouse. Old pisé walls, thatched roof, dirt floors. My stopover gig: check storm damage, renovate into B&B, fly […]