Tag: Living in France
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Any Day at the French Brocante
Last weekend when I was in Paris I begged Sacha to come with me to the brocante and take photos of me doing my thing. He obliged. One of my conditions was that I did not want to know…
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Living In France: A Day in the Life of an American Living in Small Provencal Village
Our street was narrow, unpaved, and fenced by two large stone walls. This was before the jolies maisons sprang up like mushrooms surrounding us, eating up the vineyards and olive trees. This was before our town became a bedroom community for Marseille. This…
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He kissed the ring before placing it on my finger….
I never wanted a diamond ring when French Husband and I married.or maybe it was because we did not have money to spend on a wedding ring. It is true that French Husband's Grandmother gave out diamonds from her velvet…
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Parc Bagatelle
Awhile back I wrote on my blog that if ever I were to write a book it would be about Parc Bagatelle. Parc Bagatelle was nestled in a very chic area of Marseille, where mothers wore Prada, toted their newborns…
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The Angel with a Boxing Glove
Yesterday after noon I went to pick up my French niece and nephew. A smaller child maybe three years old came up to me in the playground. He pulled at my hand, and said in sweet baby French, "Your boy,…
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A Child’s French Dinner not made by Julia Child
My niece, Juliette had an opportunity to go to London for a week. Though the only thing holding her back was she needed a babysitter. She gave us a call. Family being family means lending a hand. We gave…