Category: Living in France
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Silence and Reflection
Silence. Reflection. We mourn: Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Atheist, Jewish, Black, White, Young, Old, Rich, Poor, Strong, Weak… someone like me. Hatred nor violence is a religion, it is evil. It is the act of a few who believe in something that…
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How I Came to Live in France
On the Eve of the ninth of January, how I came to meet French Husband and live in France. Because I didn't like the 110 degree heat in my hometown as a child. Because the Sound of Music made…
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And They Lived Happily by the End of the Day
The word handyman and the husband that is French do not get along. If there is one thing I could change it would be that, and his long need for silence. To make matters even more interesting that man…
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French Toast or Pain Perdu
The morning after Christmas. Wrapping paper, remains of a day, like strewn confetti after a grand festival, with the morning light reminding us that a new day has dawned. The day after Christmas has a feeling all its own,…
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Christmas JOY
Christmas morning in Paris, the sky was blue, well rested and nobody was hungry after last night… the day called out; "Bike ride." Lucky for us there are bicycles to rent (public) on three different corners by our apartment.…
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Christmas Eve…
The table is set for four. A first. That only the four of us will be having Christmas together. We usually invite family, friends, blogging friends, or people I have met on the streets to our Christmas table. But…