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Oh my Darling Clémentine
The winter fruit clémentine, with its bright colored skin that slips off like a glove, is a pure taste…
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Bartering with Myself
I have a thing for French antique papers when I spot them at the flea markets my feet stop moving and my…
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Roses that cannot be Picked
Though my thoughts are many they are not ready to be picked today. Memories lead me down a lane, with roses growing…
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The Dog Learns a New Trick
I know you have seen this dog on this girl’s head before, but did you know I love movies? Well…
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Inner Truth
We have a choice in everything we do. To bloom where we are planted or not. To strive to be our best, or to raise…
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The Year Began with Lunch…
At one of my favorite restaurants on the Cote d’Azur (French coastline, I think you call it the French Rivera?) Hangs tightly on the cliff side, like a barnacle to…
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Petit Déjeuner
The church bells ring in the morning, the good bakery (there are several in our village, we call it the "good bakery," as not to be confused with the others.)…
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Perfume
The petal curled tenderly around the strong arm of her lover. The time had come to say goodbye. Releasing her perfume, she knew the fragrant notes would guide her… "Let…
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L’eau de Vie
The first step to living a French life, begins when you enter a French cafe. Walk up to the counter,…
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Antique Tea Party
The teapot stood amongst the bric and brac with its pretty head held high. It could be worse it thought,…
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