"A train and a chauffeured car ride later, Mimi and I were clinking crystal—fresh-pressed OJ and champagne, respectively—in the lobby of Coquillade, an 11th-century Provençal hamlet cum 21st-century resort surrounded by olive groves and rolling vineyards. A cypress-tree-lined path led to our palatial suite outfitted with a Finnish sauna and private terrace overlooking the lush Luberon Valley."
