Category: Living in France
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Tree Hugger
Ten minutes on foot from our home, there is a wild and wonderful forest. The Huveaune River weaves through it. When I need to breathe, let my thoughts unwind, and let my inner child/spirit feel her way, my feet know…
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The Extra Full Train
The train was full coming home, not unusual, but when we got on, they announced that the electronic boards with the car numbers were wrong. So everyone had to get out and race to their right car. Chaos! It was…
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Are We Having Fun?
As soon as Gabriel was out of school (yes, school for French children is mandatory at age three), we went to the park, which is a stone's throw from his school, and two stone throws from where they live.…
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Chrysanthème in France
The differences between France and America are subtle. Take Mums and pumpkins, for example. Mums, a fall flower arrives in force in October. They spill out from the French floral shops onto the streets, creating a parade of magnificent…
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A Memory of Cynthia, My Baker Friend
I met Cynthia years ago in Paris. We were Americans living abroad; she had a bakery close to my apartment where she whipped up American favorites. Cynthia was a rising star in the…
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Goodbye Lovely Loved Trees
The hundred years old trees that grow along the river by our home are going to be cut down. They grow in a row along the river, along a path I take daily. Many are diseased, some are dying…