Category: Living in France
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Being French at the Bistro
French Bistro, Morning: Walk straight to the counter, when the bartender looks at you, nod your head, point your pointer finger up, and at the same time mouth whisper, "Espresso please". Grab a croissant off the platter, pinch off a…
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What’s the Beef?
Flash Back 1988: Staring at the French menu, French Husband translated it for me but not word for word. He read, "Chicken no. Lamb no. Bunny certainly not. The liver of a duck…Oh, I use to…
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Speaking French But Not Really
This is our grand niece Tatianna she is fifteen years old. In 2009 I wrote this about her: _______________________________________________________ The mothers gathered at the school gate wore their coats unbuttoned. I took off my scarf and stuffed it in…
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Yann’s Return
Yann came home from India. I can see in his eyes that he has had a wonderful adventure, snippets of stories unfolded one moment to another as he unpacked his bag and settles back to daily life. He brought a few…
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The Undergarment Shop Reveals the Truth
A little girl who had short red curly hair, bobbed up and down the aisle while her Mother looked at undergarments. I was amused by her non-stop chatter and her Mother's forthright replies. When the little girl wandered-off, the Mother…
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The Man Digging Through the Garbage at the Train Station
A homeless man rummaged through the garbage at the train station, he found a coffee cup that someone had thrown away he opened it to find it empty. He gently put it back in the garbage then…