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Fifty Three
The sun came up, a sugar bun and a glass of grapefruit juice awaited me on the kitchen table. I got dressed: a black dress, hair tied back, red…
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Tough Choice when I Thought it Would be Easy.
Yesterday, was going to be a busy day, so I thought I'd post a photo on my blog and have you my readers tell me a story. For me…
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French Door Handles…who’s knocking on your door?
French door handles, or should I say French door knockers depicting Fatima's hand. They are one of my favorite things. The knockers are made of iron. The classic design…
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Tender Happiness
I spoke with Sacha yesterday, he is nine hours behind us. He told me that he is going to be the school mascot. And that he went…
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Magnolia Pearl, Annie and the Homemade Culottes
Annie came over like she often does. She untied her scarf and sat down at the kitchen table. She asked me, "What's new?" I love that whenever I…
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Three Men at Lunch
The town of Cassis, I have written about it many times on my blog, is a little pearl of a town. Situated between Marseille and St. Tropez, on the…
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Collecting: Herbes de Provence
With the glorious French blue sky overhead, we ventured out to the cliffs of Cassis to gather herbes du Provence (Herbs from Provence). We drove up as far as…
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Your Attention Please
My friends and I went to Isle sur la Sorgue, the antique mecca in the south of France. Know I now I have proposed a bet with my brother…
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What’s in a Name?
Is there a story behind your name? I was named after a woman who had a dance exercise show in the 50s. My…
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Du Pain sur la Planche
When you come to Provence to visit, we will taste our way through the countryside. We will do breakfast at a cafe, lunch at a bistro, tea at…
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