Category: Living in France
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SeaShells
First, I must say I collect seashells. Secondly, my daughter's prenom-first name is, "CHELSEA." My Father-in-law, a man of very few words, let alone English ones, said to me at her birth: "Chelsea is, "Sea-Shell, backward, non?" The French pronounce…
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Opera in France
The Stone steps at the Theater in Orange are also used as seats. This massive first century outdoor theater holds five thousand people. I have been to two opera performances there. Both were jammed packed without an inch to spare.…
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Life in France
Sunday Morning in my village: The church bells ring. The night curtain lifts. The baker puts out his baguettes. Sacha sleepy-eye walks around the corner to buy one. The birds begin to sing. The antique markets have been picked over.…
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Prayers and acts of Faith
On this feast day of light my candle burns softly. Glowing, steadfast and strong. May this day be a prayer of light for: MaryKate’s and Rafa’s baby boy…in thanksgiving for a clean bill of health! Miracles do happen! For Shelley…
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As I Type…
My 16 year daughter and her friends are playing in front of 3000 other students as I type. Can you hear her drumming? ts tst tttt att tt tat dm dat to Rock out honey child Go go girl! She…
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Passage of Time
Crossing the threshold from Willows California to Marseille France was not easy. Even though I was in love, and starting the journey of married life with a Frenchman, leaving my big loving family and friends, was not taken lightly, my…