Category: Living in France
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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 ❤️
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Cassis Morning
Sunshine spills—Azur sky, parasol pines,waving to the waves. Woke up to seagulls singing,sea masts clicking—rhythmic lullaby.The port of Cassis stretching, yawning,beginning again. A hum, a glide, a splash! Barefoot thoughts at breakfastSalt air kisses. The day dives out before me.…
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A Blistering Summer in Provence
It’s a place not touched by time. A piece of childhood still stitched into the now. A kind of freedom most don’t even know how to name. And here it is. Ours. Still. Thankfully, as the summer has been brutally…