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The Brocante
We got up earlier than usual today to go to a brocante that we had never been to before. The brocante surrounded an enormous pond or miniature lake which thankfully made the…
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The Colors of Living Abroad
Rich is the flavor that has touched my life in France. Every sense has been saturated, from taste to touch, sight to…
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The Louvre: Playing with Time
The Louvre is a monster in the heart of Paris, beating to the sound of over 30,000 pieces of art. Over 30,000 pieces of art. That means if I spent…
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Lessons about Antiquing
One of my favorite antiquing experience was over ten years ago, I went to visit an antique dealer's attic. It was a dream come true. Attics are usually dark,…
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Simple Moments
Simple moments, that come without expectation, and root within painting the heart a deeper color red. Something noticed which is usually overlooked, a flower growing…
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Marseille o
A spotted this beautiful photograph of Marseille in Alres. I wish I knew the Photographer. The image catches emotion and the layers of Marseille.
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To Be Poetry
When we find a place that calls our name like poetry where the lines become arrows piercing our very being. Where doubt cannot come, and freedom to be…
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French la Vie, Taking a Bath
Carry the tub outside. Under my arm, I will hold the champagne. Along the way wildflowers gathered, tossing them in the…
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A Project I Meant to Do
Take a photo of an image you love. Print it out on transparent paper that is adhesive on the backside. Then apply it to a clear vase. Add flowers and…
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French la Vie the Journey and Journeys
What is up with the brocante? Oh, a lot. Always a lot, which is a good thing, I could never say, "Been there done that."…
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