Category: Living in France
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The Girl without the Pale Yellow Espadrilles
The face of time. Old photos. Stories told, untold, retold… then, now and over and over again. Our stories play out, we each have a part… Digging at the brocante a small box of photos unearthed from a soap tin…
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When He Raises His Eyebrows
Sacha questions my style. He questions what I buy. Well not that he says it out loud on a daily base, but I know he does by how he looks me up and down with his eyes, and then raises…
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La Modiste
"If you were at my table, I would have had to correct you far too often," quipped Annie."I am that bad?" I winked."Worse!" she added without a blink. The provocation: My thread's knot was larger than a mustard seed. Or…
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Passionate Nut and a Place to Fall
Have you ever wanted to do something so badly that you are willing to risk everything to get it? Some call it passion, some call it crazy. I call it Passion Nut. Sacha, my teenage son, has a Passion Nut…
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The Girl with a Rose
A girl with a rose pinned to her hat.My favorite postcard.It is her eyes that take me in.Who was she?The postcard is French, though the image credit says the girl is English.A signature is barely a clue.Is she still…
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The Happy Easter Egg Bra
Certainly if the Easter Bunny was a person he would look like this young man! Look at those sparkling eyes, soft hands, and, and, and… I don't know why but I think he looks like an Easter bunny don't you?…