Tag: The Mistral
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staycation {part.3}
{Cobblestones strewn with rose petals in Gordes} We awoke in Avignon to a perfect bright blue and sunny sky. But in the south of France, that beautiful, blue sky usually comes with a price, and that price is, the mistral. Ever heard of it? Dictionary.com defines it as; a strong, cold northwesterly wind that blows through…
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le mistral… prepare to meet your match
Don’t be fooled by this beautiful winter wonderland… it comes with a price… an icy, biting price. Yesterday morning I awoke to -17 ºC. Think about that for a second… -17 ºC (that’s 1ºF in American), there is no proper way to explain -17 ºC other than to say, it’s freaking freezing. 17 below freezing to be exact. While Le…
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it's the most wonderful day of the year
{source} Do you know what day it is? I’ll give you a hint… it’s the most wonderful day of the year… you may also know it as International Day of Awesomeness. Yes, it’s my birthday (see, I told you it was the most wonderful day of the year – and I may be feeling a…
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Honey Jr saves the day
{fiddling with the thingy} Last week the Mistral battered Provence something fierce. It always blows hard, but this was a different kettle of fish altogether… this mistral blew off roof tiles, howled down my chimney, and left a trembling Fifty in it’s wake. But the worst thing it did… it messed up the satellite thingy.…
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it's not fair
Getting sick in the summertime has got to be one of the cruelest things to happen (I’m obviously exaggerating… famine in Somalia, now that’s cruel, I’m still a lucky duck, virus and all). Like why couldn’t I have been sick on Tuesday when the heavens had opened and buckets of rain were lashing down all…
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Killer Clouds From Outer Space
Have I ever told you that Le Petit Village is in the mountains? (small mountains, but a mountain still). Well we are. Le Petit Village is 830 meters up. That’s 2724 feet. And because we are so high up, sometimes we get attacked by clouds (but only when Le Mistral has gone on holiday and…
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A Nice Stinky Day
Easter Monday, Papa’s Wife and I went to the markets in Forcalquier. The Husband wouldn’t be joining us, Papa needed him to help chop down trees in the forest. That sounds very manly, doesn’t it? And I think the fact that Papa suddenly had to chop down those trees on Easter Monday and needed The…
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Windblown
image: wikimedia I now know the meaning of windblown. Yesterday the winds in Le Petit Village were whipped into a frenzy. A frenzy being one of winds so hard and forceful that you walked at a slant and had to shout to be heard. And if you want to know who I was shouting at…
It's Me, Sara Louise 