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++ It is 100% summertime in Le Petit Village and I freaking love it! For awhile it felt like we were running away from summer since we spent the early days of it in non-summery places like Dublin, England, and Paris (not that these places don’t have summers, they do of course, they just don’t…
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Paris?
On Saturday June 1st, The Husband, Mrs. London and I went to Paris to watch Mr. London and the Toulon rugby team battle Castres in the French rugby championship. Our train left Toulon at 11AM, and we returned on the 11:20AM train the next morning. This is the story of what happened in that 24 hours. …
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Dublin: Days 4 – 7
(This post rounds out and finishes up my trip to Dublin in May. In case you missed how it all started, check out Day 1, Day 2, Day 3 Part 1 & Part 2) ++ The Husband got a fish pedicure (see above). I think this was day six. Mrs. London and I dropped him off…
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The Road Is Long
You know how I was in England this past week (Devon and Essex to be precise), and Paris before that, and Dublin before that? Well before I tell you about our latest trip, and the weekend in Paris, and finish up my Dublin Days tale, I’m going to tell you about my journey home because…
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Dublin: Day 3 {Part 2}
After the match, Mrs. London tweeted this photo of herself with the caption, “This is going to be the best night ever!!!” She was right. The match was over, Mr. London had won, and it was time to celebrate (in fairness we would have been celebrating even if he hadn’t of won because 1. we’re…
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Dublin: Day 3 {Part 1}
(Continuing on from this post) Saturday, oh Saturday, what a day you were… It was all about who needed to be where at what time before the big match at 5PM. Mommy London had arrived late Friday night (Mrs. London’s mother) and checked into the B&B down the road, so early on Saturday we were…
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ants in my pants
This is my little terrace. I love it. Not that I’ve spent a lot of time on it this spring, or that I will in the near future. I’m not even there now. I’m in Toulon. Yesterday, The Husband and I dropped Fifty at camp, went to Aix-en-Provence for a lunch à deux, and then…
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Dublin: Day 2
I forgot how cold and damp Dublin could feel. I’m not sure how I could have forgotten that, I spent six years living with it and countless holidays as a child shivering to the bone, but I guess living in Le Petit Village has made me delicate. It’s not the cold that’s bad, it’s the…
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Dublin: Day 1
We had been planning this trip to Dublin for months; three to be exact. It started in February, when The Husband being some kind of rugby savant, looked at how the Heineken Cup matches were playing out and predicted that either ASM Clermont (his beloved team), RCT Toulon (the team Mr. London plays for), or…
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Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer
I messed up. About a month ago, when I planned on meeting Auntie Ilene and her friends (Les Bargettes as they’re known) in Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, I was sure that I would be there for the whole Gypsy ode to St. Sara because after all, seeing St. Sara worshipped and paraded about has always seemed like a destiny…
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