Don't you sometimes have days, weeks even, where you just wish you could close your eyes and be transported to a quaint little cottage in the country, in Aix en Provence even? I'd be just as happy with a view of the sea. . .a seat where cozily wrapped in a blanket I could sip a nice glass of warm scotch, smell the salty ocean water and doze off to utter silence except the sound of the waves crashing. That'd be oh-so-nice. . .