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Le Petit Field Trip
As I’ve written before, Le Petit Village gets an abundance of tourists. They are a fact of life that I’m adjusting to (another one). Just trickles here and their during these autumn months but in the summer, they swarm the little streets, and make you feel like an insect in a jar. They peer, point…
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Weekend Wake Up Call
We have a new neighbor. Honey Jr has moved in across the street to an apartment on top of his grandmother’s house. The Boyfriend is very excited about this. I guess the half a mile journey to the Honey’s house was just too great a distance for him and Honey Jr to endure. A typical…
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The Best Laid Plans…
Getting my do done didn’t go as planned. But what ever really does? A horrible fact of life for a planner like me. But because I am on a positive kick at the moment (I’ve even started a gratitude journal thank you very much), it doesn’t matter that my hair did not come out as…
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Getting My Do Done
Tomorrow I’m doing something very scary… I’m getting my hair done. In France. I’m trying to stay positive but this could end up being a disaster. The Boyfriend is sending his friend, M, with me. Great, sure, I guess everything will be ok then. Oh, wait, M doesn’t really speak English. Sure she’s handy with…
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Thierry Henry is a Cheater Weater
For any of my U.S. readers (still love that), the name, Thierry Henry, probably means nothing to you, although there are articles about him on the front page of the NY Times and USA Today websites this morning. But for my Irish readers, Thierry Henry equates to getting a paper cut and pouring a little…
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Mon Panier Rouge
Like all French woman, I am the owner of my very own woven basket. You need a basket to stroll the market stalls, carefully choosing fresh produce and hot baguettes from the boulangerie before cycling home with the basket hanging from the handlebars of your bike. It’s a pretty Provencal picture. But it’s not my…
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A Whole Lot of Sunday
I finally got around to having Papa’s wife over for Sunday lunch. Papa had decided that there were wild boars that needed slaying so he wasn’t able to join us, so Papa’s wife’s 88 year old mother came instead. Ok, just the ladies, no pressure. This is how the day went: 6:15 – Awake making…
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You Like Me… You Really Really Like Me…
Saturday morning and I was already feeling pretty good after watching France trounce South Africa in Rugby (I’m sure I’ll feel even better when I watch Ireland trounce France – roll on 13th February!) and feeling a little annoyed because the Boyfriend decided to wake up early and was intent on crashing my alone time.…
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My Neglected Shoes
Living in Le Petit Village has not offered me many fabulous shoe opportunities and I’m a little peeved about that. I have a right to my shoes and just because I’ve moved from a city to a sleepy village, shouldn’t mean that I have to sacrifice that right. I have worn heels a couple of…
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French Mommy
So I met French Mommy. Not nearly as terrifying as I anticipated. Although the language was difficult (nothing new there). Do we speak that fast? Luckily I have become quite adept at smiling and nodding. I’m like one of those little toy dogs with the bouncy heads you see in the back windows of cars.…
It's Me, Sara Louise 