Tag: Starbucks
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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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Cassis, I ain't mad at ya
{waiting for the runners} (continuing on from this post…) The mistral howled all through the night. Now, I’m well used to a howling mistral. My old house in the original LPV and the mistral used to go toe to toe quite a bit, but this Marseille mistral sounded particularly angry (we saw on the news…
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mama marseille
“You like running? You should come back in October and run from Marseille to Cassis with Honey Jr.“ This was The Husband talking to my friend Sarah’s husband, The Canadian, back in July when they were visiting. And you know what, The Canadian did. Last Saturday, we drove down to Marseille, checked into the super…
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it's all happening
{My Knight in Scuffed Nikes} ++ The Husband traveled 62 miles each way to get me a Starbucks. OK, kind of. He was at Marseille Airport with Brother-in-Law picking up a friend when he saw that the new Starbucks had finally opened up. (Remember when I spotted the sign during the summer and had a…
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style: fall edition
I am much obliged to Champagne Blonde for passing on this Stylish Blogger Award to me, it’s given me a nice little segue between Texas, and life back in Le Petit Village.(Since she passed it on to me, she has actually started a new blog called 2onplateaus… that’s how long it can take me to post one of these,…
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feels like a lifetime ago
Do you see the rainbow in this photo? Me either. But trust me, it’s there. The rainbow was in the sky hovering above us as we drove to Lyon. I took it as a good omen, and it was. My anniversary weekend in Lyon was as close to perfect as perfect can be. If Paris…
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on our first anniversary…
My true love gave to me… a trip to Starbucks. {my moment of zen} That’s me in Lyon with my Starbucks fix. (300km isn’t too far to drive for a vanilla latte is it?) bisou
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dull dull dull
{Le Petit Village in hibernation} I don’t know what the deal is around here but there is nothing to report at all (except of course the disappearance of two plastic ducks and all my family china being broken… and you’ll be happy to know that Operation Superglue is coming along nicely). Maybe it’s because January…
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things I learned on holiday
AYE A FUCKENMUCKENNUCKEN! This is the new word I learned while I was in Dublin. It’s the noise/ sound/ word that popped out of my mother as she plunged her hand into a sink of boiling water (It should be noted that she hadn’t intended on plunging her hand into a sink full of boiling…
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Christmas Eve Eve
Do you hear what I hear? It’s the magical sound of espresso beans whirling around machines in Dublin Starbucks as they await my arrival. And if you listen really closely, you’ll also here the cocktail shakers being chilled in preparation for my martinis at the Octagon Bar (Bonjour Bono… make ready my bar stool). Tomorrow we…
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