Photos and text by: Corey Amaro There is more to going to the brocante than looking for antiques. I know many of you think  the only reason that I would leave a warm bed early on a Saturday morning, is…

My friend Mimi's overnight visit with us is going on a week and a half due to the train strike, a volcano erupting, which lead to the grounding of all planes. Poor Mimi is stuck in France! This morning she…

     It wasn't what I expected, when he said he brought home a gift. The fridge reeked of stinky pig's feet, if you ever have lived in the country in the summer you know what I mean, especially if you…

The face of time. Old photos. Stories told, untold, retold… then, now and over and over again. Our stories play out, we each have a part… Digging at the brocante a small box of photos unearthed from a soap tin…

Sacha questions my style. He questions what I buy. Well not that he says it out loud on a daily base, but I know he does by how he looks me up and down with his eyes, and then raises…