Month: January 2011
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After a Long Hard Day of Shopping
This is what I have to put up with after the soldes (sales). Desserts. Lots of them. So sad, so hard. Such choices one has to face. Life is difficult in Rennes. I don't know how I do it.…
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Licking my Lips
We arrived in Rennes after a six hour train ride. It usually takes twelve hours by car. As soon as we walked into my Belle-Mere's (mother-in-law in French, which means: Beautiful Mother.) home lunch was ready, she is organized…
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French Food Talk
In France there is a great deal of talk about food. Simply food. Everyday food. Food food. There isn't a day that goes by that the topic of food doesn't come up. Food, unlike politics or religion is a safe…
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Far far away the Seeds Fly
I found these photos on my camera this morning: Chelsea, Mr. Espresso and French Husband… were goofing off. Seeing these photos I could almost hear Chelsea egging Mr. Espresso to play it up for the camera, "Come on,…
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Twenty Three Years
French husband proposed to me in a small neighborhood park in Paris. His breath was swirling white from the cold; funny when you are first in love, the things around seem brand new and miraculous, …
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Away She Goes
The people at the airport check-in counter rarely smile. Their faces matched my mood. We knew Chelsea's suitcase was overweight by thirteen pounds, we were prepared to pay for it. But when we heard that it was $20 for every…