Category: My French Husband
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Snapshots from Yann in India
Before Yann left for two weeks in India, I asked him to send some photos back. Well, he did and without text. Some are easy to figure out, others well, you…
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Going to India
Several months ago Yann heard about a group that offered motorcycle tours but not just motorcycle tours, Yann rides a motorcycle nearly every day, rain, hail, snow, in the evening, in the summer, in a suit, in jeans,…
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The Louvre: Playing with Time
The Louvre is a monster in the heart of Paris, beating to the sound of over 30,000 pieces of art. Over 30,000 pieces of art. That means if I spent one mere second looking at each of the 30,000 pieces,…
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Jeans and a Tee Shirt
French Husband hates shopping. Any type of shopping: Food, Furniture, Paint, Light bobs (as he calls them, and I never want him to stop calling them 'light bobs') Clothes, especially clothes. He shops for buildings and I buy his…
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Wishing Well
Yann went well diving today to help our friend Jean-Bernard and Nathalie clean their old well and to see if the natural source was still working. Of course, Yann had us in…
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Kissing Frogs
This morning I went to have my hair done when I arrived every chair was occupied. My friend and hairdresser said she was running an hour or so behind. A long wait and pouring rain was just the excuse…