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11 September 2009

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Ravel pottery sounds interesting. It must have a gorgeous colour with all that red clay. Any pictures?

My street? We live at the bottom of a little close in a forest outside Perth in W. Australia. There are 7 houses and ours is the smallest. My beloved bought it before I met him and I moved in after we married. It is NOT a house I would have chosen, but I am slowly making it home!

I like your little French town. It is not "shouty" but I beg to differ and I say it is chic.
We live on the outskirts of our town. It is a middle sized market town in commuter world. Not particularly pretty but everything (well nearly) is here if you know where to find it. It is too big and too many commuters for any real sense of community but there are many excellent schools so if you have school age children there is a great social & support network. Our house was built as a bungalow in the 1920's & grew to a house in the 1980's. It is therefore chalet style and pretty spacious downstairs and not at all spacious upstairs. Sloping ceilings are a constant frustration. I have been here 9 years so it is very much home. We (& our stuff) have very much outgrown it and when the time is right we will move. Jx

Fabulous my darling
Love you

After several visits to France (and three time in Provence) I can say that: you can blindfold me and leave me in a small village in France and when I open my eyes and look around I can say exactly where I am, somewhere in France! I don't know why, maybe the colors, the houses, the smells in the air.....

My street....older brick townhomes in the new "center" of my city. A lot of what is around me is newer, but our neighborhood has been around for quite a while so the trees are established and quite large. I would love to have a fountain on our street, as well as some of the other beautiful sites you have on yours.

Southwestern US = adobe and stucco. I live in a smaller and older development in Rio Rancho. We are an oasis in the high desert with lots of trees and birds. Ordinary street with some funky neighbors. My house is teeny tiny but I love it and my garden is my pride and joy.

MY street!? Broadway, NYC, waaaay uptown. Noisy, colorful, dirty, friendly but frightening to visitors. Birthday parties on the street with Mariachi bands until all hours of the morning. LOUD voices with hands clapping for emphasis....many of my neighbors have lived here for 40 or so years and have never learned english.

The other street I think of as mine is a street much like yours, in a small town in france (near Nimes) where I have rented the same house for several years during the summer. Our french friends tell us that when we are not there they refer to it as "Steve and Rebecca's house" and that makes me very, very happy.

Oh how i love that purple doorknob!
we live amongst the hills surrounding the Ohio River, there are far too many brick houses in a row for my taste, but we have a lovely large oak tree in our back yard and our children have enjoyed growing up in this neighborhood...the time is coming to move on.

Oh those latches on shutters...boy should I have shut mine a couple of weeks ago! Oh well, hope the intruders enjoy my stuff.

I like the looks of your street, very quaint. I live in a less quaint lotissement, but may try and take some photos like you.
Meredith

Your town looks quaint and wonderful!!! My street is gravel because we live in the woods!!! No neighbors and very peaceful...you can't borrow sugar or eggs though!!!

I feel like I read many blog posts everyday but yours is always first and always my favorite. I tell my husband things you write abt., he thinks I'm getting a little strange and just doesn't understand, but I feel like we are just kindred spirits and he can just bite it.
I love your city and I think you and your family make it chic and special. Have a wonderful and safe trip to the states and if you pass near Macon, Ga. let me know and your "fans" will stand by the road and cheer and wave, :)
love,
angela

Oh how I would like to wander those streets and feel the air. I live in the middle of the 5 largest city in the U.S. My backyard is on a very busy street so with my door open, I hear the traffic. My front however, faces a beautiful desert mountain and it is our sanctuary. I hope we all have one. Corey, I don't like coffee either and I thought I was the only one. Don't like coffee flavored anything. I think I'm going to add "go to Corey's town and meet her" to my bucket list!

I can only imagine what it must be like to wake in the morning, open those shutters and peer down that lovely street of yours.
My street? It's a somewhat quiet, yet noisy street in the center of town that is known as the "Back Bay" to the townies. The park is down the street where baseball, football, tennis, basketball and skateboarding is heard. we have small, older houses (70+ yrs) on one side (my side) and somewhat larger, somewhat newer (~20 yrs)homes on the other. Loads of trees that go over the street, so in the fall when the leaves change color, we have a colorful canopy to drive under. A mix of older and younger people and about half use their clotheslines. (I use mine until it snows). I love my street...although I'd like to trade a few neighbors!

We live down a country lane, we face a hayfield, peach trees behind us, and cherry trees on one side and my husband's shop on the other. The trees and fields belong to someone else, but we get to enjoy the beauty. You will see, when you stop by for a visit on your bike trip.

Such a beautiful town and street. You certainly live in a beautiful part of the world. So much history and beautiful architecture.
I live in a Court with 10 houses and my home is a baby compared to yours. Home is where your loved ones are, so of course it is perfect that way
Alison

Corey, you have a beautiful town! I think you can call it your town if you live there and get to know the places and people in it. I especially love the fountains; we barely have any tiny waterfountains in my town and they give treated lake water - phtfpbt!

So much fun to read about where everyone else lives too! I am in a medium sized east coast town on a lake, my street is busy but also more families live here than on the surrounding streets. It is lined with crab apple trees that look like heaven in the spring. A lot of the houses were built in the 20s, including our bungalow type. They are cute without being too cute. I would say our whole neighborhood is like that, nice but not stuffy. Beautiful gardens, lots of Tibetan peace flags, houses painted bright colors!

Your street is charming and oozes with a sense of permanence and charm, hard work and a joy for life. Thank you for sharing.

We live in a house that is about 80 years old, which is old for this neck of the woods. We really do live in a neck of the woods. We are in a western suburb of Chicago with major roadways to our back and forest preserves across the street. Our street is about two miles long and ebbs and flows past woods and a mix of old and new houses and is called 5th Ave. "cutoff", because it once was, indeed, cut off to make way for an expressway. We often refer to our area as the cutoff. It is beautiful and somewhat rustic and a little piece of heaven that most people do not know exists in a delightful little triangle of tranquility amid a bustling metropolitan area. I have a love/hate relationship with our local herd of deer, that taste our plants and create landscaping havoc, but, are beautiful and graceful and always show up and put on a show of some sort or other when we have guests. We have plenty of room, so, if Chicago wins the Olympic bid you can all come and stay here.

I'm just eating up this post. What you've shown are the things I photograph when I come to France. My family always makes fun of my pictures when I return home. "Oh look... more close-ups of door knobs." When I was in Arles last summer, I walked around the town photographing Hand Door-Knockers. Beautiful.

Your town is simple, yet elegant.

I live out from town - only 12 minutes over the mountain to the grocery store - but it's a world away. We built a new "old" English cottage home on a lake in the valley. It's like heaven on Earth. I have a gorgeous mountain ridge view too. It is a three mile drive from the main gate of our community, winding along the side of the mountain until I reach our road. There are no street lights to break the darkness. No center stripes. Only tranquility, highlighted by horses grazing, as we live in a horse community.

There are only five houses on my road, but you can only see two. We are hidden. Everyone has acreage and loves their privacy. I love to hear the owls and coyotes "talking" each night. The sound of frogs and bugs singing. Sometimes visiting geese and ducks wake me up too early, but I enjoy them for a moment before drifting back to sleep.

As I was coming home on Wednesday, there was a rattlesnake in the middle of our road. So I did what any normal country girl would do - I ran over it with my SUV. Not once, not twice, but four times. I had every intention of getting a flathead shovel and going back, to make sure the deed was done - but started unloading my goodies from my favorite antique store and forgot. A few hours later, the lady who lives in a beautiful English home you cannot see from the road called about the snake. She didn't realize it was already dead. Her boys excitedly took it home to skin. She thanked me for killing it for them. I was a bit disappointed I had forgotten to go back - I skinned a 54" rattlesnake a few years ago and wanted to add the rattle to my collection. Oh well, there's always next time!

Corey . . .I live on a three-mile long country road named after the original settlers who had built an incredibly large country estate in the 1800's which unfortunately burned to the ground during WWII. This family still owns much of the land on the road and are the founders of a large coffee(ha)company in South America. Much of the other land is either in preservation or has or is in-process of being developed. Here it is the cow patures that are turning into little mansions. Fortunately, we live on 9 rolling acres with a big scyamore tree in the middle and a little brook that winds all the way through. As lovely as it is and as blessed as I know I am . . .I can't wait to come explore the villages in the south of France!
Safe travels.

Hello, I love this post. You have the most beautiful and perfect site here. Thank you so much for sharing it ... & best wishes

My street looks nothing like that!

Hi Corey,
My "place" has history for me. I live in my grandparent's farmhouse (95+) years old. My 93 year old mother was born in my bedroom. How many people can say that!! We are situated on about 400 acres of farmland and trees. It is quiet and peaceful although high-end subdivisions are crowding in. I don't think I could ever leave this place, it is too much a part of me!!

Love your sweet, simple village!! Oh yeah, I am SO DISAPPOINTED that I can't come to Texas to see you. I hope you will enjoy it so much that you will return next year!

Your town looks utterly perfect.
And you are there.


Oh how I love this post--love hearing about *your* town, seeing the things that surround you daily. I am a non-beer-drinking, non-coffee-loving vegetarian...and I thought *I* was the only one. ;)

We live in a 23-year-old house in the suburbs, on the corner of a cul-de-sac. But I can dream of beautiful places from here!

My street looks nothing like yours Corey, that's why I love your posts.

Hi Corey, you live in a wonderful town, I am pleased it is not touristy, I think that sometimes takes it away from the town.. It is very quaint by the looks of things..I love shutters, and I would love to sleep in complete darkness...and the photos of the doors are fab.

My street is nothing to write about at all...it is in a semi small estate..in an English village..not a quaint village, but it most probably was all those years ago, and it has grown so big that it nearly links with the next town. We live here because it is convenient, for my husbands work.. it has easy access to Oxford, and London, thats about all. It is ok.

My street is 5 blocks from the University of Portland. i have a park across the street from my house and a 150 year old cedar in my front yard. The street is wide and tree- lined . And I sit outside and listen to the sounds of the train, the boats ( 3 blocks from the river) and the delightful sounds of my chickens and my neighbors chickens ( we are city chicken people). And my street has the meanest old lady ever right across the street from me...and she curses at the chickens all day! It's a funny neighborhood!

I live in a densely populated suburb of Dallas. The homes are spaced very closely together, and a major expressway is just 1 1/2 miles from our door. It's very much of an urban existence with 2 major resorts, huge shopping malls, golf courses, an international airport, a huge hospital, restaurants etc. all within a maybe 5 mile radius of our home.

It's all very glitzy and new, but does lack the charm and warmth of your town. It's always a pleasure to see the architecture, picturesque landscapes, the ocean and the gorgeous lavender & poppy fields that surround you.

This blog is like a breath of fresh air to me! :-)

Marilyn (in Dallas)

Hey, Star and Corey, I'm a non-coffee-drinking vegetarian too -- also a teetotaler. I suspect there are many more of us out there than we ever imagined!

Corey what a good question. All the answers are so facsinating all together because of the varying women that are drawn to your blog (and I am sure some men, too). Kindred spirits indeed (Ah, Anne of Green Gables). I can imagine a wonderful coffee table book with the title "The town where I live" and your town told in your lovely pictures. Your town is real and lived in and yet with the age and details it is achingly dreamy and beautiful.

My town/street--hee hee ho ho. How funny you should ask because I just yesterday, took pictures of the 10 mile dirt road drive and then the 40 min country drive into our nearest "big city" of Waco. It was surprisingly gorgeous with the wide open spaces, cattle grazing and dramatic sky with the oncoming rain. I will have to do my own post. But we are on top of a hill in Bosque County outside a town called Valley Mills. Country, cattle, deer, raccoons, cats, dogs, goats, sheep, possums, and once even a peacock all around. I have a love/frustrated relationship with our spot in the world but my pleasure depends on how much I make it mine and I really have yet to do it. Thank you again for your wonderful post.

I live in France too, Corey, but a very different France than yours! (I'd love to be where you are, I'm a small-town girl who misses the country -- Paula, Jewel's, and Allison's places sound great to me!.)

I live in the 20th arrondissement of Paris, an area far in the east that used to be separate villages until they were incorporated into Paris in 1860. I'm a five-minute walk from the back entrance to Père Lachaise cemetery.

Our apartment windows open onto the courtyard of our building; the front building faces onto a pedestrian street, across from which is a school. On our side of the street there are a baker and a florist to our left, and a café to our right.

Here is a post with some photos that I posted not long after we moved here, in October last year. http://tinyurl.com/l5rxmc

The ochre and aqua combo, the pale peach stucco, spring water in a fountain . . . it could be a song. So wonderful!

I love seeing your town, even the door knobs.

My town is Portland, Oregon, a beautiful city really. I love walking in my neighborhood, close to Concordia University. The neighborhood where I live has many alleys between the house, which are fun to walk down and find wild blackberries and gardens tucked in the back of houses. It was originally settled by Germans, but now is a wide diverse population of young families, college students, to people that have lived here for 50 years. I love the diversity of my neighborhood.

My street is very new by your standards! Mostly houses built in the 40's-60's (and that's 1900's NOT 1800's!!). But my city is old and beautiful....cobbled streets in the very center with colonial brick and stone homes with shutters like yours and history galore.

I love the patina of the old things you've shown. Living in a "new" house is not for me. I love my house for its space and its light but miss the nooks and crannies of the old. I would be very happy in your town.

Your house and your town are very beautiful.
The houses in our neighborhood were built in the 1930's. Our house looks like the house Beaver Cleaver (Leave it to Beaver, 50's TV show) grew up in. Our short street runs into a park. We knew we had found the right house the first time we drove down the street and saw two cats sitting in the middle of the street. It was such a quiet street that no one except people living here drove down it.
It's peaceful. We sleep in the backyard all summer long. We toss a mattress outside the French doors and use the step as our headboard. The sounds from the fountain in our pond makes it seem as if we are by a waterfall.

Absolutely lovely! One of my "dream trips"! one day ...

love this post! i love visiting everyone. i love how corey brings everyone together with one simple question.
my town is 15 minutes away. my home is a small ranch in central calif. cattle, horses, chicks, dogs,cats and lots of wildlife all live with us. we are the *cowboy capitol of the world*. our saloon has wore wood floors and *everybody knows your name*. i'm a rootin, tootin' cowgirl at heart and boy, do i love the clothes.
bv

My street is in the suburbs of a large city in the southwest; in fact, I think I'm in the same city as Jeanette M. so we may be "city neighbors" not just "blog neighbors." This is the Sonoran Desert with beautiful trees, cactus, desert plants, mountains and yes, we do have grass and plenty of swimming pools. Yet, my neighbors live too close although it's a very quiet 'burb.

I'm going to be in Texas during the time of the antique fair so will try to stop by and find you.

Corey,
Something about the photo of that time worn door draped with vines made my eyes want to leak joy drops! I don't know where that door leads or what hides behind it but it makes me want to slip inside it and explore all the possibilities it holds.

In the past five years I've gone from this being a viable way to leave my street (on the Eastern Prom in Portland Maine): http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerinocasino/2877614951/ to living on the densely populated streets of Taiwan http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerinocasino/3482856035/in/set-72157617432724902/ to this one http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerinocasino/3482957155/in/set-72157617432724902/ (here's the view from the other way: http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerinocasino/3483772410/in/set-72157617432724902/) back to this view from my hometown bedroom http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerinocasino/2134253955/in/set-72157604241221108/ to this suburban home my grandfather built 60 years ago (my apt is the tiny upstairs window on the side): http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerinocasino/2146419104/in/set-72157604241221108/

Quite a switch, eh?

This is my first time posting on your blog, and I must say it is delightful! I adore your street and your town. I, too, love old things and "pleasing decay." I better because Mr. Magpie and I are aging rapidly. ;-)

We have a retreat in St. Augustine, and while the house itself is late Victorian (a circa 1894 painted lady), the street is one of the oldest residential streets in the continental United States. There have been archaelogical digs that date some charred remains to the era when the English privateer Sr. Francis Drake (whom the Spanish called a pirate) burned St. Augustine in the latter part of the 1500's. I'm certain my flower beds could tell quite the tale or two!

We have a picket fence around our yard, and while I have grown everything from pansies to roses in the flower beds, Vinca seems to thrive best. We even have vinca growing up through the cracks in the concrete. I leave it there because it amuses me so. That's the thing... our soil is rich, and vines and flowers thrive in it. There is a little native garden not far from our house, and it has everything from beauty berry bushes (which I believe are indigenious to Florida) to lantana to plumbago to morning glory vines. It houses the oldest well in the city, a well which they have dated to the First Spanish Colonial Period.

There are art galleries, shops, bed and breakfasts, and restaurants nearby. Down another street not far away is a French Bakery that has been in business on that corner for about fifty years. From now on when I see it, I will think of you. :-)

At Christmastime, we can hear the local carillons and chimes at the various churches and schools playing Christmas carols. I will never forget the perfect December day, getting out of my car and hearing "O Come All Ye Faithful" ringing out for all to enjoy. It was as if the entire city was a chapel to God at that moment.

From our kitchen window, I can see horses ferrying passengers down the brick streets of the neighborhood. I can also see (and hear) the tour train as it clangs its way throughout the city. That's the thing I enjoy the most... some people might say it's too touristy, but I love seeing visitors enjoying themselves. Our city is the perfect blend of old things and Floria kitsch, and I find it so amusing. And children (particularly our godchildren) love it mightily.

Some bumper stickers report that St. Augustine (or the Ancient City) is actually "a quaint little drinking village with a fishing problem." And when we have a fishing tournament at the marina nearby, I would be in 100 per cent agreement with that adage! ;-)

St. Augustine embraces the unique and prizes its resident eccentrics. Sometimes I feel we have cornered the market there. Present company definitely included. In the end, St. Augustine is a doorway to my own heart.

And speaking of hearts, thank you for sharing your heart and your home with us. It's a special treat...

XO,

Sheila :-)

I live in beautiful North Idaho with Ponderosa Pines lining the streets and yards. We have moose, deer and elk that like to stroll around for visits. We are surrounded by rivers and 7 lakes. When it snows it reminds me of Narnia. Just gorgeous! Corey on a side note, no matter how hard I try, I too do not like coffee. But I do love chicken and fish. :) Blessings, Kimberly

Your question couldn't be more timely. After searching through your archives and coming across your post "Roses and Thorns" and some others about "bloom where your planted" I decided now is the time. So, a few days ago with my camera in hand, I drove/walked around my town looking for beauty and taking pictures. It was fun but challenging. This town was a logging town, funtional not pretty, now it is depressed to say the least. One a my favorite spots in town is the covered bridge (literally on the way to my grandparents former home/farm). Now I have a new apprecitation for your photographs, capturing a picture without all the modern amenities isn't easy. Still, it was fun and really did help me focus on the positive.

I love the street where you live! I am saddened that some of the old charming things that give the village history and beauty are being replaced with modern. I live in a nice enough suberb and have a beautiful view of lush green lawns and stately old oak trees which is why I chose to move here. A beautiful view is essential to my well-being and enjoyment for anywhere I dwell. My apartment is nice enough, but the people in the apartment below smoke all day and all night (no exageration!) and I am sickened by the smoke (eyes watering, throat and nasal passage stinging), not to mention just how stinky it is!!! I was offered a different apartment in a non-smoking apartment that is directly across from the neighborhood incenerator (not a pretty sight!). I prefer to breath fresh air, so not sure what I'll do. This post is a nice distraction to my apartment saga. What would you do?

Hi Corey,
I enjoyed this post, and the comments of your readers equally! Your town is charming! I visited Italy a few years ago, and literally took thousands of photos of doors, shutters and streets, very much like yours.
I live in So. California, where right now it is very hot, but when it is a bit more mild, I love my yard! We have an acre, and about 100 fruit trees! It is heavenly!

Love, love the shutters! They would be so useful here in the often hot Oklahoma summers. My street is filled with homes built during the 30's and early 40's- good times for Tulsa. My house was built in 1935- old for here! It's a quiet street, but, you can feel the pulse of the city everywhere. There are plenty of big, older trees which I love!

I would love to visit your village. It sounds peaceful and how a small village in the region ought to be.

I like the homely and warm atmosphere that comes with your pictures. The old objects and details make me feel like traveling back in time to a century long gone by. The houses in my village ( in the Austrian Alps )look so different.In my street most of them are new, with strong roofs ( for heavy snow ), big gardens and lots of green around them. And it´s not true that you can´t speak French, Corey, au contraire !


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I love this post--I just took a mini-vacation to your lovely town through your thoughtful photos!

Lovely village that is "yours". I have a favorite door that is waiting for me in Vallauris France. It is turquoise and has at least 15 layers of different paint underneath, all crackled. a facade of a store with shutters. When I see old things ready to be tossed I feel it is my mission to rescue them and give them one more life. It is pathetic as some around me say!!!! Oh well, I don't see it that way at all, it is a visceral feeling that I can't ignore...hahahah
Anyway My street is really a road that goes up to the top of the mountain, a mountain called "Mount Magnificent", should I say more.... Just kidding, nothing too extravagant there except that it is in Alaska. We are in a forest of birch trees and few surviving spruce. In the summer the sun shines (when it is not cloudy and raining) for 20 hours straight on my house. In the winter the sun shines (when it is not snowing...) for 30mn!!! Just giving us a wink between two large moutains, a bit of a contrat there that as everything that lives and survives around here has to deal with. That makes us some strong "organisms". In my house I have transported my beloved "French Antiques" and have created my little internal Provence/ Cote d'Azur world. Life is interesting.

oh my gosh. I'm at a total loss for words about my street after looking at yours! All I can think of is that I live on Stucco Box Lane, Concrete Jungleland, Dullsville, USA. Woe is me.

This Angeleno cannot even begin to grasp what it must be like to live amid all that charm Corey?! It must affect your mood and be good for the soul to wake up each morning to such simple beauty.

So quaint...love the doors and I would love to get my hands on that mailbox!

I live in an area that is pretty urban. I can walk to the metro/subway and it has brick "Old Town" pavement everywhere. It's a small area/community that has a Whole Foods/Grocery Store, Movie Theatre, Restaurants, and other things to do... but at night it can get dead. I walk with my dog and neighbors every night. There is a real sense of community where I live, eventhough, it is kind of urban. Your pictures are so dreamy... I hope to one day have a place in a sleepy town in France or Greece. As always-thank you for your blog.

My street does NOT look as enchanting as yours!

My street is in the heart of Koreatown, Los Angeles, a block from Wilshire. My apartment building was built in 1924 and several of the buildings on the street were also built during this period which gives the area an old Hollywood historical feel. Quite charming I think. The streets are lined with palm trees, but it isn't glamorous. In Los Angeles one has to fake glamour which is quite fun actually. I've learned to dress the part and to always act gracious and proud no matter what the setting. Please tell, how do the French hold a fork and knife?

Weaving all of our streets together has created a tapestry, which I will only lengthen. My avenue extends into France's longest road.

Wow! You are living in a dream! So beautiful!

Well, the street I live on is a typical American street in a typical American neighborhood...

except that today it is lined with flags in memory of September 11th. Beautiful!

Not like that! How wonderful, you are living the dream I think most of us have had for a long time. Your pictures are beautiful.
Have a fun weekend,
Sue-Orlando,Fl

Hi Corey,

I live in Canada in a crescent in a suburb outside of a Edmonton, Alberta, in a 26 year old, four level split house. My back yard is a pie shaped lot therefore HUGE. We have many mature trees on our lot and it looks great in Winter, Summer and Fall. Spring is messy and dirty and takes a long time to come after a long winter.

It is home.

Your town is so heartwarming. My street is lined with houses built between 1865-1900. It is the oldest area in the city and is referred to as the "Old Quad". It is a mixture of cute, well loved Victorian cottages and apartment buildings that replaced some of the old homes in the 1950's in order to supply housing for nearby Santa Clara University. One of the things I love most is the happy sound of children playing in the park across the street. I wouldn't choose to live anywhere else. I think you can find happiness and charm anywhere you live.

We bought our new home 2 yrs ago and I'm really liking all the new features. It is a large two level home with a big back yard and lends itself to a traditional - formal style. However, the beautiful new homes in our neighborhood sit empty due to the economic decline so we have no neighbors.

We live in a "new" community outside a large metropolitan city and love the quiet and peaceful environment. We hope our new community grows as the city council promised - a beautiful oasis. We have a view of mountains and it is lovely.

We have easy access to freeways if we want to go into the big city and many major events not more than 5 miles away (by freeway).

I have gone to many home tours of charming old homes but it was interesting that we decided on a new home. Shows that we change overtime. I love to visit old quaint places and homes but I like living in a new home and city.

I live in a small quintessential New England town. I wasn't born here either but after 37 years I feel like a "townie".
I took a digital photography class last year and got to walk around our town and take pictures. I found myself photographing many doorways and flowers. I really enjoy your photographs as well as your writing!!!
Leaving for France in 7 days. Can't wait!!!!!!

I think I am your only reader living in the the suburbs of Melb., Australia.
Ours is a single storey 80+ year old Californian Bungalow with 3! outdoor sheds (because all Australian blokes need a shed - or 3) and it keeps him out of my cupboards of stash.
(And BTW - 80 years is VERY old in Australian terms!)
Our suburb is changing rapidly due to the many students and migrants it appeals to, not for the age and charm of the place but because we are in the centre of schools, hospitals and universities.
I think we will look very different in another 20 years and our beautiful old 'character filled' home will be the odd one out.
Corey, I get so much vicarious pleasure from your pictures and descriptions of brocantes and brocanting. You are my 'other life'.
I would like to live 2 parallel lives.
One in a home constantly changing and filled with charming, history filled furniture, odds and ends and beautiful collectibles because they are so good for the eyes and soul.
My other home would be totally minimalist with almost quaker/swedish simplicity. So much easier to maintain and manage in my old age, but this too can offer a certain pleasure for the eyes and soul.
My Aussie bloke? Well, he is just as happy as a swaggie in his shed(s).

My street is rural in small town. Across the street is trees. Our house was built in 1969 , brick and is colonial. I like older homes, I like history and I like having my roses, garden and creek nearby. I hope to visit France one day and see where some of my ancestors came from. Such beauty there.

Your village looks very beautiful and I love fountains. I live in Melbourne Australia in a lovely street. There are a few fountains but I would love to see more of them. I can walk 10 minutes and be in the centre of the city yet at home it is fairly quiet and you can still hear the birds chirping, we love it. My husband is Italian and our dream is to live in Italy for a couple of years.


My 'street' is a country lane. I live on the top of a hill in Ayrshire in Scotland. The hill is like the hub of a wheel and there are three villages spaced out at the bottom of the hill, I live about 2 miles from any of them. I am surrounded by fields, fields that just now hold winter barley (and a very noisy pop gun that goes off every 20 minutes to scare the nasty crows away), cows (lots and lots of cows) and sheep (mine, all 6 of them). My street is in the middle of nowhere and it is sunny today, it's lovely.
Karon x

I remember that fountain! Your town is great.

"Your" town is beautiful and it is always a joy when you share your home and the lovely town where you live.

Hi Corey,

When I visited France when I was a young girl, I was really surprised by the shutters and that the windows did not have screens. Do the windows in homes in France still not have screens? And isn't flies or bugs a problem then? Always made me wonder...

Hi Karen C
And you think you are the only reader from Melbourne!!! how wrong you are ;) My recent experience has been that there are an extraordinary number of francophiles and francophones in Melbourne. As I'm trying to learn french, I've started a group to enjoy french culture, wine, food and conversation ... in Melbourne. You may be interested in checking us out. And i'd love to chat about All the best of French in Australia...http://meetup.com/frenchinmelbourne

Judy
PS Un grand merci pour Corey. j'adore votre blog!


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Hi Judy

I love that people who read my blog can connect through the comments! Fantastic new.

Corey

Hi Corey
I love reading about your town and mine couldn't be more different! I live in Sydney, on a hill in a small cul de sac of just seven houses. We have tall eucalyptus trees in every garden and a distant view of the Pacific Ocean.

What an amazing place to live in! And your photographs are very artistic, lovely!

Sylvia
http://projectparis2010.blogspot.com/


My husband and I live in two places...
Denver during the week and a smaller university town an hour north of Denver
on most weekends. We lived in the northern Colorado town full-time for 22+ years. Our jobs brought us to Denver the past
two years and after my husband commuted most of his university career, we decided to rent an apartment so we both wouldn't have to commute.

Denver-
we are in a simple 70's building on a beautiful park minutes from downtown
Denver. We can walk to the Denver Botanic Gardens and enjoy outdoor concerts (and picnics with French rose wine) during the summer. Our apartment overlooks the park
we can see trees, mountains and downtown Denver from our balcony which is furnished with French garden antiques (two small
bistro sets, a wicker lounge, etc.). I bought all of this in Warrenton/Marburger/Round Top! We eat dinner on this balcony every evening May through October. The apartment itself is a "beige box"
which I have filled with the antiques left over from my business Paris Texas Antiques. My business in currently on hiatus, but I will hopefully get back into it in the next year or so.

Small town north of Denver-
this is my dream home that we have owned for 10 years. It's a 100-year old home that was originally the farmhouse on an apple orchard at the edge of town. Now it's in the middle of town. We are just blocks away from the University and across the street is the University Center for the Arts which houses the University's trial gardens-stunning!
There is an underground tunnel that goes from this garden to the main campus which
I try to walk or bike through every weekend. There are lovely older homes surrounding us and we are on the edge of what's considered "Old Town".

We are planning to move back to this house full-time hopefully in the near future. I would also like to resume my antiques business on the side. It brings me great joy. I love reading your blog and the past
few months have been logging on every day.I hope to see you in Texas in a couple weeks, but if not, I will definitely
see you in France next year. We plan to stay at La Madone and enjoy all of our favorite
places in Provence. We are also looking forward to seeing Jean Bernard and Nathalie again and hopefully coming to your part of Provence!

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