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Ribbons, Lace, Sweet Things found at the Brocante
If you like ribbons, lace, and sweet things then do not, and I mean do not come to the French brocante because your eyes will pop…
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This is What Happens When…..
You dance the night away under the stars in the village square… The next morning or I should say a few hours later, you are a dead-beat at the brocante……
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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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