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French Autumn
French autumn breathes in gold— the harvest waves surrender,a slow unfolding of time’s intent. Mulberry leaves spin in soft descent.Sunflowers, once proud,bow their sun-dried heads. Chestnuts, in their prickly casing,and…
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We Must-
There it is: the divide in the world, existing at once. One soaked in comfort, the other in suffering. A small world within a world, where privilege and pain brush…
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Because You Mentioned …
When you join us on the French la Vie, it might be just for the experience—the joy of wandering through brocantes, soaking up the atmosphere, and maybe picking up a…
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Cezanne- Little Artists
Cézanne painted more than a bushel of apples, returned 80 times to the same view of Mont Sainte-Victoire, and captured his gardener more than once—always circling the familiar, always finding…
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More than Brocanting
Another week comes to an end, and as always, it’s bittersweet. Many memories made, friendships formed, stories shared, and unexpected caring moments. It amazes me—how a group of women can…
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The Brocante Fooled Them
As I have said before some buy more, and most buy less. They bought more than they expected. Packing is not the fun part. They shopped until they dropped.
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~Brocanting We Go
We’re on the road again, antiquing a go-go with another wonderful group. Each group brings its own unique personality and reasons for joining us—some are here for the experience, others…
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Peek into Aix
Peek in the market in Aix en Provence. Donut the artist has his paintings made to postcards. The clothing market with its constant change. Hint, if you come to France,…
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