Category: Living in France
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He kissed the ring before placing it on my finger….
I never wanted a diamond ring when French Husband and I married.or maybe it was because we did not have money to spend on a wedding ring. It is true that French Husband's Grandmother gave out diamonds from her velvet…
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The Christmas Gift
As Chelsea and Sacha ran towards the metro to go to the Louvre I sent off a quick prayer, more like a demand, it is the way I pray now… "Keep them safe, surround them with your light, Amen." Then…
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A View from the Eiffel Tower
A view from on top of the Eiffel Tower: Champs de Mars, on a very foggy day. The Eiffel Tower looking straight up. Under the Eiffel Tower heading towards the south side, to hike up the stairs. You still…
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Christmas Blue
How I wish I could sit by your side, Hold you hand, Smile into your eyes, and to Have your breath moisten life into the emptiness. How I wish I could. Climb upon your lap, wrapping your steadfast goodness about…
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Happiness in a Clear Glass with Red Wine
"The glass shattered. Red wine flew. The white wall transformed: Rose polka dots bloomed." I recounted to Annie when she asked me how Chelsea's birthday party went. "Was it a wine glass?" She asked. "Yes." "Was it a clear wine…
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Parc Bagatelle
Awhile back I wrote on my blog that if ever I were to write a book it would be about Parc Bagatelle. Parc Bagatelle was nestled in a very chic area of Marseille, where mothers wore Prada, toted their newborns…