Category: Living in France
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Old Books from the Brocante
As they are worn beautifully. Stories repeated often of God, King, Country, War, Peace and eventually the words fall here and there leaving emotions to sort through. The stories rarely change, maybe a paragraph here and there, maybe a…
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The Path
The first day of the new year, French Husband and I went for a walk along the coast of Cassis. Following a path, that was smooth in the beginning and not so in the middle nor the end. In…
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The Day After Christmas
The day after Christmas. Fanfare & hoopla set aside, Reflection wanting action, Big meals attached to hips, Wanting to sleep, The house in need of cleaning, Thank you cards waiting to be written,…
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Family Photo
While we were in Willows we went to my brother's cabin in the mountains to cut a Christmas tree. Sacha set his camera and took this photo of us. ___ I would like to give a shout out to Judy…
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Doppelganger Pillow Talk
The pillows in Pascale's incredibly inspiring and most faded grandeur showroom spoke of a time passed by. Pascale has taken her collection of portrait oil paintings and has had them transferred to linen prints so that they could…
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No Red Barrettes
French Husband went to Sanremo with Gina and me. I say that cause whatever we wanted to do he tagged along, even when we spent a healthy amount of time shopping. French Husband detests shopping. Has age softened…