Category: Living in France
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Will the Real Ms. Arc Please Stand Up
Sacha asked me, "Mom, why is Joan of Arc called Joan and not Jean?" Thinking, to myself where is he going with this, he loves tricky questions, and I always fall into the trap.I answered, "Because her name is Joan.…
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What I miss most about France
No, no, no, not the Eiffel tower, not the 300 plus cheeses, nor the fantastic inexpensive wine that isn't called, "Two Buck Chuck". I can't even say that I miss the long summer evenings, nor the sound of the cigalles. What do…
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Some teen agers drive for the first time around the block and maybe go to Starbucks, while others consider driving to Rome
Early in the morning the telephone rang. I heard French Husband speaking in French which confirmed to me that Chelsea had arrived safely in France. I sat up in bed hoping to talk to her. I could hear French Husband's…
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The Vachement Son-Bee and other things you learn in a mixed language household
The fabulous foot-in-mouth mishaps that French Husband, the children and I have had tripping over the English and French language has been in the time past (and present) enough fun to poke at each other for years to come I…
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Coffee with Dinner on the 25th
Well you see I think I was misleading about saying guess who's coming to dinner… because actually nobody was coming to dinner last night per say. What I meant was that someone is coming over but not just for dinner and…
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Red Carpet Ride
Since Chelsea’s friend asked her to go to the Cannes Film Festival at the very last minute… Chelsea told me, "I stuffed everything into my purse in ten minutes and dressed on the train." I love that wild, spontaneous, free-spirit,…