• A Girlie Thing

    Her style was over the top sweet, nearly sugary. Never subtle. Some might say flowery, yes flowers on everything, and certainly pink with splashes of gold. Her world was a…

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  • On Top of the World

      The top of the world is- In the middle of a traffic jam and running late to pick up my son. In the grocery store, cart full, money in…

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  • Musee d’ Orsay….Artful Living

                                                A window frame stood out on the way to the Musee d' Orsay. Simple, elegant… with a curtain as if a ready made canvas to spark one's imagination… what will the the inner…

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  • Musee d’ Orsay

                                     Musee d'Orsay in Paris has Monet, Renoir, Manet, Picasso, Degas, Corot, Van Gogh… to name a few. The paintings are breathtaking and I never tire standing in awe by…

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  • Mila

                                 Our friend's first baby, a few hours old… Bonjour Mila! Oh there is nothing like the beauty of a newborn baby. Note: The day before her birth, her…

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  • These Last Two Weeks in France

                             Snapshots of the last two weeks. Today I said goodbye to my cousins in Paris as they journeyed home. My cousin Chris found the least amount of steps from the hotel to…

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  • Rules to the Orange Beret Contest

    You know this has me thinking that it could really work and be a whole lot of fun to boot. I loved that Catalina started a list of rules for…

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  • French Kissing sans Orange Beret

       Judy and Chris   As you can see Chris (my cousin's husband) is not wearing an orange beret. He opted to French kiss through Paris with Judy (his wife and my…

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  • Paris Calling

                                        Did you know that if you hop on the TGV (bullet train) in Marseille, three hours later you are in the heart of Paris. Three hours! Why don't I just…

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  • Some of the things that make my heart sing in the south of France

      Flowers on every window sill and they seem to be nearly always red.   Old buildings with facades that speak of a past.   Brocantes as plentiful as the stars in…

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