The “Non Stop Group” that is the nickname for this bunch. Instant friends! Easy going and have thé brocante bug worse than me! We miss you Sandy! Tomorrow is another day wand we cannot wait!
Bev. Your comment about how the sheep know her name …
send me your address for a little gift xxx
And you all know me well the fourth painting came home with me for all the reasons and thoughts you gave. The antique dealer said it is from the 1600s painted on copper. I could not leave it behind.
Old snowshoes. So cool. I don’t even appreciate snow. Plus, it rarely snows in Provence?
But, when have I ever been practical about antiques?
This ironstone glazed open fire burned tart pan. It literally was sharing stories and giving me recipes. All those slice marks. Well used, well loved, history of daily family life. I regret I did not buy it. To be appreciated is a divine feeling.
A shared meal.
The food culture in France is about gathering around the table and sharing a meal, it rarely is about eating, and more about dining.
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