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Opening the Shutters
It’s the beginning of my third week in Le Petit Village and slowly, daily routines are beginning to form. Each morning when I wake, I walk down the spiral stairs to the kitchen, make the coffee and check my emails and read the news. After awhile, when the dawn turns to light, I open the…
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Dinner in Avignon
We took the road back to Avignon, this time leaving the Honey Van in Le Petit Village. The Cousin asked us to dinner to meet the latest lady. Off we drove with plans to meet about 9pm. A little sidebar about Avignon: it’s an ancient city dating to Before Christ (told you it was old),…
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Saturday Morning Coffee
Saturday morning coffee in St Michel. Cafe tables outside full of locals double cheek kissing bonjour and dogs sitting patiently next to every table waiting for a scrap. The Boyfriend runs across the street to the boulangerie for our breakfast pastries. An espresso and pan au chocolat for him, cafe au lait and croissant for…
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Some Nutjob
Some nutjob painted our house. In the middle of the livingroom stands a big, bizarre spiral staircase that could be quite charming if some nutjob hadn’t painted it. The big, impossible to ignore staircase is painted blue, green, and orange. Why would someone do this? Did they think they lived in Romper Room? Did Absinthe…
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Certificat de Residence
It’s official, I live in France. The Boyfriend took me to the local Marie (City Hall) to let the French government know that I’m here, you know, in case they need me for something. We told them that I am an EU citizen and am now living in Le Petit Village. The woman smiled, said…
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Mon Amie
I now have my very own French friend, V. V speaks as much English as I do French which leads to much laughter and exhausting conversations where we both frantically flip the pages of our French-English dictionaries trying to communicate. But somehow we’ve managed to go for a drink in St Michel and plan a…
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The End of the World
There I was, home alone in my bedroom going about my business of settling in and unpacking when in the distance I could here a voice on a loudspeaker. Obviously the voice was in French and I wouldn’t be able to understand it but still I moved closer to the open window to have a…
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Le Big Mac
After the flatpack furniture debacle, cooking dinner seemed too exhausting so we hopped in the Renault and drove 22 miles to a McDonalds. Whenever I think about McDonalds in Europe, I think about Vincent Vega’s speech in Pulp Fiction when he’s telling Jules about McDonalds in Paris; Le Big Mac, Royale with Cheese, fries drowned…
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Naughty French Words
Today I learned a bunch of new French words, all of them bad, and not fit for typing. The Boyfriend spent the better part of the day struggling with the flatpack furniture, shouting incoherent expletives, pacing the floor, and turning different shades of red. At least red is his color. bisou
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The Honey Van
We took a trip to Avignon yesterday looking for furniture. Since a new couch wouldn’t fit in the Renault, we were lucky enough to borrow the Honey van. The Honey Van’s normal day job is transporting the Honey Family’s lavender honey. But yesterday, the honey was cleared out to make way for our new couch…
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