Category: Living in France
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Summertime- Some Like it Hot
When I moved to France, I was relieved. Summer heat was rare, and even on the hottest days, it rarely hit 90 and lasted only a few hours. I loved that. But in the last couple of years, something’s changed.…
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Summer Time
Warmth drapes the day—yellow on yellow. Little hands clutch sweet corn, Butter glistening- Soaked in sun and summer.
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The Project: The Ancient Stone Frame
Our friends had this incredible stone piece—massive, weathered, and full of character. We believe it once framed a window in an old church, possibly from a couple of centuries ago. Can you imagine its history? The mason who carved it?…
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Bathed in Beauty
A winding road, dry grass bending with the breeze.Stone underfoot, warm from the day.A door opened—long ago, still open. We’ve come again. Vines stretch lazily over the hill,olive trees whispering their promise for October.The twist and turn of their trunks,In…
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Between Two Worlds
When I returned to France from California, where time didn’t wait for jet lag to pass. The days were full — intensely so — and yet, it’s in that fullness that I’m reminded why I do what I do. Some…
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Back in the Brocante Saddle Again
Passion has a way of creating undeniable energy — it moves us, lifts us, and pulls us right back into what we love without hesitation. After a stretch away (with my heart full and hands still unpacking), I returned home…