Category: Living in France
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Arnelle and Roger’s Home
Color lives here. Texture has a voice. Every surface, every shelf, holds a conversation waiting to happen. Arnelle and Roger have spent their lives gathering beauty — gestures, meanings, moments. When I was in California, I visited my dear friends…
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What the Heart Holds
There are moments, like this one, where everything feels distilled into a kind of perfect harmony — colors that taste sweet, air that smells of salt and sun, a softness in the light that makes the heart go still. Summer,…
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Long Ago Childhood Remembered
These are photos of my children, Chelsea and Sacha, when they were little. Here they are in front of our home—they had set up a stand. Was it lemonade? Bouquets of flowers? Sweet nothings? I don’t recall- but I wouldn’t…
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August 22, Celebrated in Our Provençal Town
When France was occupied by the Nazis during World War II, they set up their headquarters in various large—and often beautiful—French homes throughout the country. My belle-mère’s (mother-in-law’s) parents’ home in Rennes was chosen for such a purpose. At the time, my belle-mère was…