Month: September 2014
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All Things French
Bird song is what I thought the French language sounded like when I first arrived in France. After a while, it just sounded difficult. I was utterly lost after a person would say, "Bonjour." When I was first married…
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French Country Picnic from the Brocante
A French country picnic next to the vines, olive trees and a small cabanon. The Provence has perfumed air cyprus and pine. Goat cheese, figs, almonds… It is a way of life not to be confused nor…
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French Husband Echoed my Thoughts
A few months ago French Husband said he thought that our Paris apartment looked too bare, he wanted it to be more like our home. Gee, is that the best dream like thing to say… "Fill it up!" or…
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A Meditative Walkabout Which included Window Shopping
This afternoon I set out to walk about Paris. To walk without a plan, to go wherever my fancy took me which meant without too much aim, to walk with only pleasure at hand. Starting point the Rue du…
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Graffiti – Tagging: Comissioned Artists at Work
An empty cinder block wall void of color awaited the graffiti (tagging in French) artists to create a modern day masterpiece. Saint Ouen – Marche aux Puces – in Paris. A wall connecting one antique haven to another (Marche…