French la Vie

Green feast iron heart ivy growing abundantly framing the door as if to say,  »Looky here, take a photo of me! »   

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It has been a week since I came to Italy to help my friend Laurie (whom I met through blogging) navigate creating a pied-à-terre. My friend and her cousins bought…

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A few more days in Italy. So much more to say when time permits and the wifi works faster.  

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How many hilltop villages does it take before I stop gasping at the sight of them? How many villages have I said I could live here? How many empty old…

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    Last week I was at the Park with this Cupcake. Was it cold? Yes! Why isn’t she wearing gloves? Well, if you have ever tried to put gloves…

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Italy – In a tucked away place, far from the maddening crowd, down a long narrow road, snugged in the homeland of a friend’s family who has asked me to…

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The few trees that remain on the path by our home create a crown for the sun.  

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    The word tablespoon is worn off my Mother's measuring spoons; this is another indicator of how much my Mother cooks. This love language of hers is shared homemade…

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  Stepping back from wearing black was a challenge. Black is comfortable, it goes with any moment, dress up, dress to blend in, or disappear in the crowd. My wardrobe…

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Sacha, Yann, and Fabrice (Sacha’s childhood friend) went skiing in Vars. Before they left, I, with a bit of anxiety, “Stay on course, please. No off-trail skiing, okay.” Yeah, that…

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