Tag: French Mommy
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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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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. […]
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The Trip North
The long journey North to meet the Mother took much longer than five hours. We left the house at 1:15 and of course had to stop in Avignon to see the Cousin. I’m beginning to understand that ‘quick’ trips to Avignon to see the Cousin are a fact of life and I just need to […]
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I'm Just Too Much
Monday morning and my post was going to be all about the weekend in Auvergne with the Mother, but that will just have to wait for tomorrow because it’s always something and I’m an idiot. This morning started off energetically and full of promise. One of those mornings when you wake up just knowing that […]
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Le Tarty
Today the Boyfriend and I are leaving Le Petit Village and heading north to the Auvergne Region to visit… dun dun dun… the Mother. Our road trip this afternoon should be just under five hours. I was doing a little reconnaissance yesterday, checking out our route and what we may pass on our way, sights […]
It's Me, Sara Louise 