Tag: The Honeys
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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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Baby Steps
It has now been five and a half weeks since I’ve moved to Le Petit Village. Forty days to be exact. And as of today, exactly two months since my last day of work. But whose counting? And in this five and half weeks, forty days, and two months since leaving the desk I was…
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The Moonshiners
We went to the house of the Honey Family, Chez Honey, for an afternoon coffee. Mr. & Mrs. Honey are both very friendly and inviting but have zero English, which is fine, I’m in their territory. But It’s the thick Southern French accents spoken a mile (sorry, a kilometer) a minute, and usually at the…
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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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