I have recently started a love affair. For one glorious week in June, Mr B and I were ensconced in the most romantic hotel in the south of France. We loved it, and we loved each other. The weather, the beach, the food, the play, the rest, the languid pace of life. After 22 years of marriage, it felt like a new beginning, a love affair with each other, and a new love affair with the south of France.