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Malta
MALTA was our second port of call. Costa Romantica was the name of our cruise liner. (My children swear I picked the boat for its name. Duh, isn’t that how…
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Tunisia
Last week my family went on a cruise to Tunisia, Malta, and Naples. In the Souk (market place) in Tunisia, there were stalls upon stalls of every imaginable thing for…
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A Room with a View
Two windows stood in a corner, without curtains. The two windows opened up to the same view. Yet each looked out and saw life differently. photo:…
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Lace and Knots
If a strand of thread does not have a knot at the end, the lace will unravel. Seeing the good in…
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Where is Your Heart?
Hearts for sale. On brick walls, In odd places, at a price you can afford. Love is where you find it. photo: Vintage heart wearing…
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Butterfly Wings
The butterfly didn’t believe he was carved in stone, as he flew away to follow his dreams. photo: Butterflies at the Basilique du Sacre Coeur de Montmarte.
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Paperback Rider
So there I was at the flea market, buying a cup and saucer, When a dealer grabbed a bunch of paperback books from a overturned box, and threw them into…
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Box of Treasures
At the flea market I often see forgotten treasure boxes. Collection of memories in the form of bits and pieces. The boxes are not…
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Blue and Yellow in Provence
The colors of Provence sing of blue and yellow. These lavender bottles (by Michel Biehn) are large enough to…
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Red Poppies
In my neck of the woods, there are fields upon little fields of poppies. Not California golden poppies, but red poppies. Poppies are spontaneous. Their colorful petals spread out like…
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