Category: Living in France
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Where the Wind Blows We Go
Our destination? A carefree wander toward Normandy. Sometimes you simply follow the breeze. There are rooftops, streets that invite wandering, and views worth every step. The air carries hints of salt, stone, and history. Hum, and butter in many forms.…
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Views from the Train
We took the train from Marseille to Paris- on the TGV (bullet train). Golden countryside from the continuous heatwave – we feel like baked apples. Villages drift past like forgotten postcards. From one end of France to the other, the…
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The Chair
The chair that I couldn’t leave behind—even though it’s uncomfortable because the springs have sprung, and its oversized presence means it doesn’t fit around any table. I also don’t have a grand entrance where it truly belongs. One might wonder, …
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The Gift of Living in an Old Country
Every room, each entry, stone, beam, ironwork, handle speaks of a generation no longer living yet alive. What will we leave behind? A future of beauty I hope.
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Gifted Summer Holiday- Family Photo xx
Our friends, Arnelle, and Roger, have gratefully generously offered these last several years to stay in their beautiful home in France- hidden on the back roads, a glorious old stone home with a pool centered in nature, which has saved…
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Brocante Home
Collected over the years, piece by piece, found at Brocantes mainly around Provence. It allows a stage to dream. Textures, muted tones, torn, worn, cracked aged pieces that belonged to many different people over time. Brocante tabletop dishes, silverware, glasses,…