Category: Living in France
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Reflections at Hambye Abbey
Being at Hambye Abbey, a place built in the 12th century, looking at the carved stone, I find myself overwhelmed by the immense challenge of creating such a place. Everything speaks in silence. The arches. The trees surrounding it. The…
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The Days are Full, Which Means Sleep Wins Over Writing!
You know how people always say you need a vacation from your vacation? Apparently, I do. 馃槾 We’ve been out exploring all day for the last couple of days, and every time I get home thinking, “Now I’ll finally write,”…
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Where the Wind Blows We Go
Our destination? A carefree wander toward Normandy. Sometimes you simply follow the breeze. There are rooftops, streets that invite wandering, and views worth every step. The air carries hints of salt, stone, and history. Hum, and butter in many forms.…
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Views from the Train
We took the train from Marseille to Paris- on the TGV (bullet train). Golden countryside from the continuous heatwave – we feel like baked apples. Villages drift past like forgotten postcards. From one end of France to the other, the…
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The Chair
The chair that I couldn’t leave behind鈥攅ven though it’s uncomfortable because the springs have sprung, and its oversized presence means it doesn’t fit around any table. I also don’t have a grand entrance where it truly belongs. One might wonder, …
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The Gift of Living in an Old Country
Every room, each entry, stone, beam, ironwork, handle speaks of a generation no longer living yet alive. What will we leave behind? A future of beauty I hope.