A family feud, French-style, results in not one but two castles in Bruniquel, about an hour north of Toulouse.

Southwest France has no shortage of petite, medieval towns, but Bruniquel differs from the rest. It still has cobbled streets, velvet roses, and sky-blue shutters, but a dual personality lurks behind the postcard views. Instead of classical French food, Le Ti Coin Kreol serves up samosas on artificial banana leaves. Instead of souvenir boutiques, children clamber over stone walls. And instead of silence, Grand Prix commentary drifts out from behind the manicured window boxes.

Bruniquel even has two castles on the exact same site, the result of a family feud between medieval viscounts. Between 1485 and 1510 Viscount Maffre built the New Castle, forged a separate doorway and set-up a dividing wall between the family's estates. Things only got worse during the French Wars of Religion: Protestant Viscount one side; Catholic the other. Both castles decayed until Bruniquel's 500 inhabitants bought the land and began restoration in 1987.

In her first blog for Automotive Traveler, Abigail King tells us how she came to name it "From A to B."

Many years ago, I passed my driving test in a retirement village with wide, leafy streets and next to no traffic called Worthing. It was a strategic decision, taken to avoid the steep-hilled, gridlocked city of Brighton further along the coast. At the time, my mission wasn't to become the best driver I could be, it was to get from A to B without needing a lift from my mum.

Peter talks about his life-long love affair with big-block Mercedes-Benz sedans.

I was offered a Mercedes 600 for two grand the other day. Sadly it was not the imposing air-suspended original but the bloated V12 car from the early 90s. In time perhaps this brutal car will enjoy some kudos but I'm not there yet on that one. I love my lemons, my barges, my lost causes, but even by my standards it just seemed a redundant, out-of-fashion dinosaur although I might have enjoyed telling people--for a couple of weeks anyway--that it cost its first owner £100,000 new.

I just found out that my friend from Seoul would be visiting Europe next month. She mentioned off-handedly, she was thinking of coming to Stockholm, as well.

Oh, c’mon now, Stockholm??? Every schmuck in the known universe visits Stockholm! Be adventurous, live a little, and come up North!

And that’s how I talked a group of three Korean ladies (one young and two old) into schlepping up to Kiruna. In May.