Category: Living in France
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That Rock of a Girl Gathers No Moss
My parents, especially my Father as I became older use to call me, "Pernas de Cabra" or "Goat Legs" in English, because he said I was always up to something, going, going, going. Not in a hyperactive way but…
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The Road Map
A child's map I found the other day in a French children's newspaper called, "La Journal Rose" it was dated 1901. Do you know that France is made up of regions? Each region has its specialty and they are…
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Brittany Bound
Brittany, the part of France where Yann is from, literally the opposite of where we live now. We have a very good friend Francoise who also is from Brittany, and at one time long ago she lived in San…
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Many of us have seeds buried within us that are longing to have water, hoping to be unearthed, waiting to share their fragrant scent. Creativity is born from the smallest of seeds. If we can nurture our dreams…
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Two Daisies and Rose Petals
The rain's perfume filled my room the morning light had a hint of grey, My husband's steps downstairs were soft my bed was my vehicle of healing this cold. I rolled over, pulled the blanket over my head…
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More Photos of the Civil Ceremony
Right after Chelsea and Martin's civil ceremony, we stepped outside of the City Hall in the 11eme in Paris, opened chilled bottles of champagne and toasted the newlywed couple. The mailbox served as the…