Category: Movable Feast
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Bugnes
Grabbing the plastic bag that I had prepared the night before, I left early in the morning to my friend Annie's house. (Annie was my friend who was 91 at the time.) Annie told me to come early, and…
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Brocante and Lunch
Simple pleasures: Brocante in the morning, followed by lunch, catching up with brocante friends in the afternoon. Spent some time meeting contacts for the next French Muse, plus planning artist's and antique dealer's homes for us to visit, for…
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Pals and Pears
Friends came over for lunch today. Jean-Marc brought over wine from his vineyard, beautiful labor of love wine. Gina made the above. A pear baked in crust with gorgonzola, sauteed shallots and nuts. So pretty none of us wanted…
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The Proper Way to Eat a Cookie in France
In France they do not do milk and cookies. So sad. In France Lu cookies are the equivalent to Oreos. Not that they taste the same, nor look the same. No, not at all. But, like Americans…
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In Memory of Aunt Mary
My Aunt Mary was my mom's older sister. Aunt Mary had seven children, was a nurse, and such a sweet person (just like all my mother's sisters are.) I always loved staying at her home when I was a…