Category: Living in France
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Hiking in the French Alpes
My daughter Chelsea and her family took a vacation to the French Alps— fresh air, cooler weather, green hills, and the peace that comes with wide open spaces, and high places. Here are some photos from their journey: two little…
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Over the Moon
I will post more tomorrow, but today I am, as always, jet lagged when I arrive home. Isn’t this a lovely mirror! Of course I found it at the Brocante, I didn’t need it, but it was just too good…
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Over to the Other Side…Going Home
Back to California, I would have never believed that I would have lived longer in France, than I ever lived in the States—which still feels odd, even now. But California I call home. That’s just what it is. I’m going…
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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 ❤️