Category: Living in France
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The French Baguette
In France, it’s not a baguette.It’s the baguette.Sacred. Daily. Ritual.Crunch. A baguette isn’t bought.It’s chosen.Some like them bien cuite—dark, crusty.Others say pas trop cuite—soft shell, pale.The baker nods.They know. And yes.The first thing you do—when you walk out of the bakery—is pinch off the…
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Despite Reason They Bloomed
Yesterday on my walk —the kind I take to loosen the corners of thought —I found a clutch of wildflowers, dry as bone,but bright —bright as if they’d never known the thirst. A breeze came (finally),the first in weeks.It stirred…
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Sunflowers on Saturday
Sunflowers at the brocante too ❤️
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Cassis Morning
Sunshine spills—Azur sky, parasol pines,waving to the waves. Woke up to seagulls singing,sea masts clicking—rhythmic lullaby.The port of Cassis stretching, yawning,beginning again. A hum, a glide, a splash! Barefoot thoughts at breakfastSalt air kisses. The day dives out before me.…
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A Blistering Summer in Provence
It’s a place not touched by time. A piece of childhood still stitched into the now. A kind of freedom most don’t even know how to name. And here it is. Ours. Still. Thankfully, as the summer has been brutally…
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The Story of the Shutters
Over thirty years ago, we moved to a small village in the south of France.The house we moved into had been closed up. Old shutters sealed shut. Silent, still. Until the day we arrived. Across the road. Across the field.…