Month: March 2010
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The Gift of Choice: Between Rain and Cold Sores
Feelings.The whole slug of them: The juicy, the stinky, sometimes tasteless, never boring, often challenging divine mixture that makes for an adventurous thing called life.And when they are stirred, whether to the boiling point or to a slow simmer with…
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In Loving Memory of Aunt Sara
How do we say goodbye to someone who has been a part of our lives since before we can remember? How do we embrace those…
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Up on the Roof Top Neighbors Paused….
Red tiles adorn the top of homes in the south of France.Red clay roof tiles are called, "tuiles" in French. (There is also a cookie called a tuile, it represents the roof tiles, a sweet idea isn't it? I might…
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Cafe de Flore: The French Waiter.
Cafe de Flore. The French waiter in his long white apron, with a tray poised perfectly on his hand. Swished around, seriously, attentively, listening to the customer's wants, fulfilling their desires. A young women with legs up to the ceiling…
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Bits of Blue throughout Provence
An old blue van by the farm house. The vines have been cut, the wood will be burned in the pizza oven. Faded provençal blue shutters on the hostel in St Baume. In the distance the mountain that Cezanne painted…
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A French Dog named Babette
This is the almond green shutter from the bedroom window where we stayed this weekend.My friend Lisa invited Ladelle and I to come stay with her and go to the Brocante nearby.How could we say no to: Lisa's cooking, her…