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Finds from the Brocante
In the middle of August, in Provence the brocante markets and antique fairs line up giving those of us chineurs (those who have the brocante bug, loving to hunt for…
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A Garden Party
Our friends from Japan had a garden party this evening at their parent's home in our small village. Family. Safe. Happy. Free to be. Where they could run and play…
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Summer Wine
Dinner with friends, Under the Provencal sky, Light breeze perfection mingled with easy conversation. Tomato, courgette, aubergine, rosemary… Plenty of time. Unfortunately, that is not…
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If You Are What You Eat….
Some people think carbs is a dirty word instead of an abbreviation for carbohydrate. Though are family thinks carbs in the form of pasta means delicious love affair. Honestly,…
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Reflective
Maybe it is because we have had many guests in the last few weeks, Maybe it is because the season feels more like early spring than late summer, Maybe…
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Snippets of Secrets
While in Paris this past weekend, without my laptop, nor camera, I fell in love with my cell phone, which I now refer to as My Jean-Pierre. You see,…
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Le Train Bleue
It is a tradition with my family to stop at the Train Bleue when we leave Paris for Marseille. I asked Natacha to pick what room she would…
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No Shoes or Paper Required: Paris on a Sunday Afternoon
Volley ball on an imported beach in front on the Hotel de Ville (City Hall) in Paris. No shoes required. Bistro chairs and chalkboards,…
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