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The Journey
Holding my arm tightly we walked ten paces on the path she use to walk two hundred paces or more. Slowly. With great effort. The last days of summer call…
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Don’t You Dare
So there I was in my normally happy mood at the brocante shop when I saw (in my opinion) this lovely big fluffy comfortable banquette (bench with a cushion).…
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Birds of a Feather
Do you notice when someone's personality or style rubs off on you? Have you ever hung out with a friend and after awhile you started talking, or dressing, or…
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Listening to Silence
Silence is something I appreciate. Though if you have ever been with me you are probably scratching your head thinking to yourself, "Huh? That girl likes to talk, non…
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Around the Corner
One of the many things that I enjoy about living in France, is the constant surprise that seems to be waiting around every corner. It never fails. A stone…
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Better Than Wine, Better Than Chocolate
French Brocante: Silver Boutis Kit French Brocante Calcite. Setting up the brocante today. Saturday Art Saves postponed until next Saturday, or maybe tomorrow. Come visit me…
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Brocante Shop Opening
After having no time to open my online French brocante due to the weeks and weeks that turned into months (seems like years,) of working on the Paris apartment…
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Children in France and the Daily Baguette
Outside my apartment window, three little children stood patiently waiting for their guardian who was inside the bakery buying their baguette for lunch. Perfectly still. Coats buttoned. Holding on…
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The Art of Coffee, or How Mr. Espresso got His Name
The Theme: A Mother/ Daughter moment: (2008, Aix en Provence) The Stage: The daughter's (Chelsea) studio. First Scene: The Coffee Machine Daughter…
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