Tag: Honey’s Honey
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migration
Now that I’ve finished telling you the tragic tale of, my road to nowhere, I had planned on topping it off with a happy ending; my time in Paris with Gregory (I did get there eventually). But due to a surprise distraction this afternoon, my brain has wandered elsewhere, so instead of Paris, it’s random…
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yippie-ki-yay
// Gregory and I saw Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey’s doppelgangers walking down the street in my small, Texas town; same hairstyles, same clothing style, and the same petite size… we almost asked them to join us for an apéro, but that would have been weird. // I don’t think I told y’all about Gregory…
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One Last Lunch in Cassis
Before leaving France (but after leaving Le Petit Village), we had some stops to make; first for a couple of nights in Toulon, followed by two more in Paris. Then my mother had a stroke of genius, “how about we stop in Cassis on the way to Toulon.” Of course we could squeeze in one…
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ma fête d'au revoir
Oh Wine Bar, I think I’ll miss you most of all. I thought it was only fitting that my Le Petit Village goodbye party was held at the bar à vin, after all, I fell in love with the place the first time I stepped foot in it and had many a fun and memorable evening there.…
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nine days to go
// That jeep was sitting across the street from the restaurant where I had my birthday lunch. I was this close to hopping in it and driving straight to The LPV (when I say, ‘this close’, you have to picture me holding my thumb and forefinger barely a centimeter apart with my eyes all squinty……
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ringing it in
Everyone knows New Year’s Eve is a notoriously overblown holiday. That’s why the older you get, the more apt you’re to keep the night low key… it’s not because we’re old and tired, it’s because the night usually blows and we know it. But after last year’s epic New Year’s Eve meal, I had high…
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a good one two
After a Sunday lunch of roast chicken and broccoli and cheese smashed potatoes (which Gregory and I decided were a most excellent way of getting children to eat their broccoli… READ: a most excellent way of getting Gregory to eat his broccoli), we scooted off to watch Honey Jr play le foot aka soccer. Like…
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Francegiving
Isn’t that a festive turkey? It’s courtesy of Mr.London. When he arrived the day before Francegiving, he had a few hours to kill before Gregory came home so I decided to keep him busy (idle hands and all). I asked him if he would like to help with the table place cards and he happily…
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Le Petit Village: The Family Tree
Here’s it is! I have finally put together the Le Petit Village family tree to show how everyone here is related to everyone else because with the exception of a few, they (and now me) all are… ♫WE ARE FAMILY♫ . . . . . . . . . . N O T E S Not…
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Avignon {wining + dining}
Before going to see Les Luminessences d’Avignon, we decided to treat ourselves to dinner and drinks in the city (this country mouse needs to get a dose of city living every now and then). As I walked around, I tried to really pay attention and soak all of Avignon in. I wasn’t in quite full…
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