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07 June 2013
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French La Vie started in 2005. I have the "Brocante Bug," which means antiquing is my cure; France can do me no wrong when it comes to treatment ° 35 years living in France with my French Husband, whom I met while dancing in San Francisco ° Two children, now in their early thirties, amour et joie ° Come join our journey either vicariously through my blog or on a French La Vie Week Retreat in Provence °
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Posted by: sally | 07 June 2013 at 10:49 PM
Ok... so this has nothing to do with your lovely post, but we're driving through Willows on our way to Mt.Shasta at this very moment. I'm saying hello for you!
Hugs,
Jill
Posted by: Jill | 07 June 2013 at 11:54 PM
Oh, I just licked my screen...tee hee
Posted by: Rhonda | 08 June 2013 at 05:00 PM
The small sculptures on the red building are amazing in their details. What a find!
Posted by: Gail | 09 June 2013 at 04:11 AM