Castles, bridges, towers, ....landscape that changes with the seasons.
As we rode along from the south of France to Paris the sun light poured through the clouds, giving us a spectacular show.
Dark to light, grey to bright.
The land toiled, the trees beginning to bud, a hint of green, spring was calling in the air.
Thank you for the many imaginative "how I met you" stories. Holy cow are you guys good. Weaving in bits of blogs passed: I-beam, Dumpster Diving, Youth Group, the Monastery, Willows, Brocantes, Dancing.... impressive bunch you are. And again why do I do this to myself, picking one nugget is not as easy task when the pot is full of gold.
Jackie's story was utterly amazing. A scarf will come your way from China.
My cousin Angela wrote on her Facebook How she would like her "friends" to comment on her page about: How they met her. But she wanted them to make up a story, a **LIE**. She added, "That's right, just make it up."
I found that so funny, and knew I had to do it on my blog too. So tell me a "lie" about how you met me, inventive, creative, teasing, outrageous, simply stated... let your creative tales unwind.
Then when I return to blogging in a week, I will pick a few and send a small thank you for entertaining my blog readers and me xxx
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French La Vie started in 2005, I have the "Brocante Bug" which means antiquing is my cure, France can do me no wrong when it comes to treatment ° Thirty years living in France with my French Husband that I met while dancing in San Francisco ° Two children, now in their mid-twenties, amour et joie ° Come join our journey either vicariously through my blog, or on a French La Vie Week Retreat in Provence °