Category: Living in France
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Where I Popped a Cork
Photo and Text by: Corey Amaro So there I was pushing my cart at the grocery store when I bumped into an acquaintance. She smiled, greeted me politely, asked about the children and then without pause or reflection, (certainly without…
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Painting Paris
Photos and Text by: Corey Amaro Painting Paris. Painting France. The vivid colors of day to day life mixed in with the fantasy and history. The stuff of dreams: Golden baguette, blue shutter, red checked cloth, a dab of red…
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A Revolution of Pleasure… Living in France
Photos and text by: Corey Amaro There is more to going to the brocante than looking for antiques. I know many of you think the only reason that I would leave a warm bed early on a Saturday morning, is…
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No Trains, No Planes can only mean one thing when you are stuck in France
My friend Mimi's overnight visit with us is going on a week and a half due to the train strike, a volcano erupting, which lead to the grounding of all planes. Poor Mimi is stuck in France! This morning she…
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Pig’s Feet French Cheese leads to Kissing Toes
It wasn't what I expected, when he said he brought home a gift. The fridge reeked of stinky pig's feet, if you ever have lived in the country in the summer you know what I mean, especially if you…
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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…