Category: Living in France
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Empathy Trumped Fear
This morning I was on my way to my daughter’s house, a bag of still-warm croissants in hand. You who’ve read my blog for a while know this about me: I have a phobia of dogs. No reason, no backstory—it…
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Provençal Canned Fruit
In Provence, there’s a way to keep fruit long after the picking days have passed. It isn’t a recipe so much as a rhythm—They call it fruits au soleil—fruit preserved by the sun. You begin in the morning, when the orchard…
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The Garden, True
Last week, during the French la Vie,we were invited—unexpectedly—by an antique dealer I’d met years ago. His 1600s farmhouse.The kind of place you remember with your senses.Stone underfoot, time in the walls.A drink in the garden—why not. I wrote of…
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The Unexpected Visit
Oh what a day!The French la Vie group was swept into a bit of unexpected magic… We were invited—by the kindest antique dealer I’ve known from my many brocante wanderings—into his home. Not just his shop (which, by the way, is invitation…
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Food, Brocante, Friends, Beauty
Our days are about letting moments gather around us — meals shared, friendships nurtured, objects passed from hand to hand. It’s about how it feels to be present, moving in rhythm with something timeless. Time has its own pace. Meals…