He calls it 'mon petit paradis' (my little paradise) and I think you can understand why. This part of the river forms the South border of his farm property. After a long morning of weeding, we took a nap on the rocks. This is one of the most generous men I have ever met. He is an amazing farmer, and perhaps even a better cook! There's nothing like having a meal prepared entirely from your own garden. I've spent several nights sleeping at his modest home in the countryside, one night falling asleep with a firefly dancing in my bedroom. Its beauty was undeniable, but I can remember wishing at the time that fireflies could eat mosquitos!
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