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Ooh! I have a pic like that (although nowhere near as good) from an overgrown vineyard in the village I stayed in when I was 15, in the Auvergne. It was on the edge of the village but the vines were still growing when I was there.
No idea what it was called, just that it was a tiny place in the shadow of the Puy de Dome, but still managed to have fresh bread every morning. Nom nom nom.
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