It's Me, Sara Louise

Since I started blogging six hundred posts ago (I’m clearly still in awe of that figure), I’ve discovered a world of talent. There are so many creative and talented bloggers out there; talented photographers, graphic designers, and wordsmiths, that it’s no wonder some of them may consider publishing their own book in the future. My friend Marissa has with a cookbook, and now Marissa is sharing what she learned about the process in her post, how to write and sell your own e-book. I can think of a few bloggers who should click on that link immediately…

… coucou Ella Coquine! Ella attended Vogue’s Fashion Night Out in Paris and lived to tell the tale. It was like a scene straight out of The Devil Wears Prada… champagne, fabulousness, and bitchiness galore. Oh la la!

Because I’ve started with France, I’m gonna stay there but I’m moving on to something that pretty much has to be the polar opposite of Fashion Week… a Troll Run. Yeah, I’m not really sure what it is either, but Amber did it while wearing a Mexican wrestling costume and it looks like a crazy fun time. So crazy in fact, I’m surprised The LPV doesn’t have a Troll Run. 

Moving on to something a bit more high brow, Heather went to the cloister of Saint Trophime Cathedral for an exhibit about Saint Césaire, a saint from Arles. It was a special event for Heather because some of her companion, Remi’s photographic works were included in the exhibit. Oh, and the Queen of Arles was there too. No biggie.  

From the Queen of Arles to King Harold II… The Fly Away American took us on a tour of the grounds of the Battle of Hastings and Battle Abbey. If you’re an English history nerd like me, than this post is for you. 

If you haven’t gotten your fill of history yet, then you should read Sarah’s post about her visit to the Anne Frank House and if it’s current events you’re after, then Jay’s post about the stark contrasts between elections she has witnessed since her expatriation is for you.   

   

That got heavy for a second. 

You know the story of how Gregory and I met right? OK, well in case you are new here and you don’t, then read this, this, and this. So anyway, you know that the whole thing was cosmic kismet, the stars had to align in all sorts of crazy ways to get this American girl, and that French boy to that nightclub in Dublin so we could move to Le Petit Village and adopt a puppy that had been thrown in a trash dumpster (it’s really all about Fifty). Well when I read Belinda’s story about how she was on a business trip to NYC when she met her Welsh husband I couldn’t help but nod along. Cosmic kismet, that’s what that is.