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Marché aux Puces in Marseilles
Flea market in Marseilles Just a few hours into Saturday morning, dark and early, before the roosters had a chance to dream, I would go to the Marché aux Puces,…
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Christmas in Provence
Christmas offers many traditions in France. After midnight mass in Provence, the family gathers around the table to have a light meal of the, "13 desserts," to represent the 12…
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Dinner with a paint brush
When I arrived in France I didn’t speak a word of French. Humble pie was my constant buddy, observing in silence my new vehicle and redecorating was how I stayed…
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French flea markets and other tales
LAY FAUX TOY "Corey, there are two…eu…eu…chairs, old ones! Nice ones! Well, I think they are nice. A person upstairs is throwing them away, the chairs are outside my office…
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French flea markets and Café au lait bowls
Collecting sans Dust At one point I collected cafe au lait bowls, they look like cereal bowls. The French, use these to drink their morning coffee with milk. Mine were…
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Boomerangs & Marie Antoinette
My 98 year old friend paints, everyday. He is a tall, elegant, aristocratic man who paints abstracts– Cubes, figures without facial expressions, and one eyed boomerangs in vivid color. His…
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Fainting chair and tablecloth
Finding the depot vente is where the true hunt begins! Directions are seldom straightforward, even though straight is what they say…”Go straight,” says the man I have asked at…
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French flea markets and other tales
Setting up When I arrived in France, to our three chambres de bonne* and hallway apartment, it was not a nest. It didn’t have bit of feather fluff in it.…
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