Category: My French Husband
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How I Met my French Husband: The Story of the Fork and the Knife
First I must say I collect seashells. My first memory I have of a seashell is when my Grandmother Amaro came back from a trip to the Azores. I must have been about five years old. She unsnapped her…
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How I met my French Husband: The Deep Blue Sea
2006 Can you see the red dot? That red dot is it a worm, or French Husband on a rope? French Husband and I went hiking in the calanques, along the rugged coastline between Cassis and…
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Short Hair Continued
Sacha is not a barber. Nor a hair stylist. He just wanted to cut his Father's hair. French Husband sat calmly as Sacha did what he wanted to do. French Husband's hair could not be shorter than this…
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The Haircut
The beginning of goodbye to long hair…
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How I Met my French Husband: Story Continues… The French Linen Closet in French Husband’s Great Uncle’s House
French Husband's sister… Soizic (an old name from Brittany) was a firecracker who knew how to razzle, dazzle and most of all pop. She was beautiful, stunning chic… when she walked into a room she commanded attention a pleasure…
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How I met my French Husband: The Story Continues… His Great Uncle’s House
….Story continued if you missed the first part click here…… With notebooks in hand the band of six climbed the front steps to their Great Uncle's home, or as I saw it a treasure trove museum. Instantly each one…