French la Vie

    The language of flowers, do you hear their message? Strong in gentleness, faithful in their offering of beauty. Giving without asking why or how. Flowers speak a language…

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    May freedom lead us to love one another no matter the differences of color, faith, gender, or status. Guiding us in the ways of kindness, trust, forgiveness, gratitude.…

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    Once is never enough. Case in point Chez Dumonet, especially when it comes to the Soufflé. Fortunately, Lisa and her daughter Emily invited me to Chez Dumonet for…

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                                          Cucumber Gazpacho with Walnut Mint Pesto.   Three cucumbers stripped their thick green coats and seeds and went skinny dipping in a bath with mixed friends of fresh…

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    Crossing the threshold from Willows California to Paris France (back in 1988) was not easy. Even though I was in love, and starting the journey of married life…

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    The first thing I did today was walk over to Rue des Thermopyles to check out the flowers. It is a quaint cobblestone street a stone throw from our…

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      One roads leads to another.  The road might seem ordinary after taking it over and over again, or it can take us back to another time the…

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  Family, my four brothers (Top left: Zane, Mat, Marty and Mark) and my Mom. As the years have gone by, one by one, thirty of them now, the landscape…

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  "Each year in Portuguese communities, especially those with an Azorean background, there are held Festas do Espírito Santo (Festivals of the Holy Spirit). They involve a dressed parade with…

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