Category: Living in France
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Rodriguez only in Winter
On our way home from California we had a lengthy layover at the London airport. Though not lengthy enough to visit the Queen over tea. Knowing, if we sat down we would fall asleep…
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Homecoming
After twenty-four hours of traveling we arrived at the airport in France. Chelsea, Sacha and I gathered our overstuffed suitcases, and over sized cardboard boxes. The over sized card board boxes encourage starring, the curious onlookers look quizzically at us.…
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Going Home
One summer long ago, when Chelsea was a wee little girl, we returned to France after spending two months in California. When Chelsea saw her Daddy she ran and jumped into his arms. After…
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Tour de France: A hero by my side.
TODAY the Tour de France is going to race through my village. Right down the middle! Right down main street. As I am in California, French husband is going to have a banner waving that says, "Wish you were here!"…
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La Fete National du 14 Juillet
Photo: A vintage French, bleu, blanc, et rouge, (blue, white and red,) ribbon that was tied to one of the banners that flew during the Storming of the Bastille? Mais oui? Mais non!…
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The French Connection
When France was occupied by the Nazis during World War II, they set up their headquarters in certain large often beautiful French homes throughout France. My Belle Mere's (Mother-in-Law's) parents' home in Rennes was chosen for such a purpose. My…