Category: Brocante
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Art Blooms
When art blooms recreating our horizon. My friend's shop is a wonderland of antiques and inspiration. A…
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What to do with a Lampshade
Since I have not even an inch to place another thing in my home I guess the next best place to keep things is to wear them. Thanks Gina for taking the photo of me, and…
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Lunch in Provence
Whenever Denise and Vlad are in Provence, which is every summer, we try to spend as much time as we can with one another, 'cause that is what friend's do. Luckily, for us, Denise loves to cook, and she…
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A Life Well Lived
This was the sugar bowl that shattered on the red tile floor when it fell from Mademoiselle Elise's hand back in 1916. This was Mademoiselle Hoped-to-be-Husband, Pierre-Louis. Often she told her children how…
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Poetic Chapter
A pile of old French religious books were scattered on the ground at the brocante, dumped out of a box that someone had probably collected from cleaning out an attic. The fountain pen writing in the book was…
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The Arrow that Flies
Sacha bought his airline ticket to go to the U.S. today. As in Seattle. As in going to live in Seattle. As in leaving France, as in leaving. Leaving France, leaving us. I tried not to cry when he…
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