Category: Living in France
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Dinner at Chelsea’s
A tiny kitchen, A big heart, Color with red, orange and pink. To the tune of Peri from Brazil, Martini with citron, After filling apero, Dinner with St Emilion. Window open, Church bells of Holy Thursday, “Who are you at…
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The Ceiling Painting Down and Safe.
The French boulangerie in my town closed its doors recently though it dated back to the 1800s. The original facade was taken off for safe keeping as the boulangerie will be transformed into apartments. In a land where history is in…
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Les Temps des Petites Cigales…Postcards of Provence
One season ends another begins. Winter gives way to a barrage of colors and perfume, dazzling our minds with serious questions as, "Do I take a coat, maybe a sweater…" Spring is sneaky, teasing us with afternoons that are…
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Fifty Shades of Red
We were at the brocante French Husband and I standing at the stand of a dealer that I regularly buy from. It amazes me over and over again at the stuff these dealers have to offer. Not one or…
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Black Polka Dots Confession
The shop window read: "We still do not have Chocolates But we have soap. Happy Easter!" A friend of mine, Carrie (who I visited in Ireland nearly 18 months ago,) is visiting from New York. She wanted to go shopping.…