Category: Living in France
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The Beaded Curtain
The beads click and clatter, a soft wooden song,Marking the space between my world and theirs.This is not our everyday house—It’s a place suspended in time, vacation. Between the kitchen and the terrace, the beaded curtain hangs.While I cook, I…
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A Summer Note
Every summer for the last six years—Part of August—We arrive in Ardeche.Sun-drenched days.Swimming.Long shadows on the terrace.Doing not much of anything.Loving every minute of it. Arnelle and Rodger—Dear friends,Lend us their incredible home.Not just a house—But something wrapped in soul…
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Summertime- Some Like it Hot
When I moved to France, I was relieved. Summer heat was rare, and even on the hottest days, it rarely hit 90 and lasted only a few hours. I loved that. But in the last couple of years, something’s changed.…
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Summer Time
Warmth drapes the day—yellow on yellow. Little hands clutch sweet corn, Butter glistening- Soaked in sun and summer.
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The Project: The Ancient Stone Frame
Our friends had this incredible stone piece—massive, weathered, and full of character. We believe it once framed a window in an old church, possibly from a couple of centuries ago. Can you imagine its history? The mason who carved it?…
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Bathed in Beauty
A winding road, dry grass bending with the breeze.Stone underfoot, warm from the day.A door opened—long ago, still open. We’ve come again. Vines stretch lazily over the hill,olive trees whispering their promise for October.The twist and turn of their trunks,In…