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Dare to Be
Live and let it be. Dive deep. Turn the key. Sing. Laugh. Cry. Speak up. Buy flowers. Take the chance. Play the game. Make mistakes. Eat the extra slice of…
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Mother and Son
Yann's mother, my Belle Mere or known as Bonne Maman (her grandmother's name) turned 90 last September. Imagine that she took a train from Rennes to the French Alps…
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Temptation at the Train Station
Red topped mushrooms. Desserts disguised as mushrooms. Mushrooms lined in a row, straight from a fairytale. White chocolate coats filled with vanilla mousse and red fruits. I saw these…
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Beating my Drum French La Vie
Come see Provence, those villages that are worth a thousand photos, where cobblestones make you wish you had worn walking shoes, and shutters of blues that you want to take…
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Chinese Noodle Soup
Chinese noodle soup home made made up by me for my cold. Take a pot of water and as it heats add the following Some diced fresh green beans,…
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In Paris to See Gabriel
In Paris for a few days to spend time with Gabriel, Chelsea and Martin. Though from the moment I stepped off the train I have been in bed achey,…
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Seven Months of Loving you
Seven months old. in Gabriel’s bedroom is a baby ballerina bar and mirror he loves it.
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I spent a few hours sitting in a young man’s workshop in the souk in Marrakesh while he talked about where he finds his carpets and watched him make…
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