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La Petite Curieuse
Whenever I go visit my friend Odile in Isle sur la Sorgue (a village full of antiques comparable to Saint Ouen in Paris) my heart instantly feels happiness. Not only…
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Broken Made Whole
I happened to be walking by when I heard glass breaking looking down I saw the broken inkwell. "Zut!" sighed the dealer, as he looked at the broken…
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Looping
The other night at dinner, an enjoyable dinner, bite after bite of delicious wonder French Husband casually said he was going to sell his ULM (plane). Well, I…
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Brocante Box
A sneek peek into the brocante box, items I will list online. Small brocante bonbons good enough to eat, if only they didn't hurt my teeth I would, plus…
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Le Parisien…. Better to Read One Than Meet One
The following French TV advertisements (each 30 seconds to 45 seconds long) are for a local Parisien newspaper called: "Le Parisien." In the south, one of the "local" newspapers is…
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Tongue in Cheek Antiques Little Finds from the French Brocante
My online Brocante is at last opened. This time around it has been a family affair, yet another silver lining from falling off the ladder. French Husband and Chlesea have…
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Being Carried Away on Cream Sauce
Touching the flower petals attached to her dress, matching the wreath her husband had made for her, she looked her friend straight in the eye and said, "He cooks." "No,…
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Where Were You Ten Years Ago on This Day?
Ten years ago… I was flying home from Paris after a buying trip with a client from Boston. My client was flying home… as he went to go on…
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The Rendez-vous Clandestine
A rendez-vous clandestine: A meeting between two lovers. 19, Place Carnot, Lyon at the Hotel Dobost. Or at least that is what I thought when I saw the old…
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