You could easily miss it. Walking along Perpignan’s Avenue Charles de Gaulle towards the station it’s half way down, on the right but so hidden by dense foliage the lower floors are barely visible. If you do take the trouble to peer through the tangled mass of bushes, it’s clear that L’Hotel Drancourt’s glory days are long over.

by Simon Newman An oasis of calm ……. not to mention the wicked delights of  date and pistachio baclava steeped in honey and rose-water.   Sometimes when you’re in a city centre you just need to…

The day arrived and a group of well-coiffured ladies in their sixties and seventies climbed out of their hire cars. Each had a suitcase large and heavy enough to contain a dead body. After hubby and I had lugged these monstrosities upstairs we welcomed their owners with nibbles and wine and I thought I would take the opportunity to explain a little about Mas Pallagourdi and the area.