Tag: Toulon
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Playing The Help
Back in July, when I was in France visiting Gregory, I happened to be there for The London’s wedding anniversary. Figuring they would be going out for the evening to celebrate, and Gregory would probably be working, I looked forward to a date with myself; Chinese takeaway, Sky TV, and a bottle of Rosé, but…
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making up for messing up
Remember how I told you about Gregory messing up our last day in Paris by booking that awkward hour of 12:49 train? Well, it turned out there was a reason for that. Gregory was surprising me with dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, and that awkward, early afternoon train, was the one that would get us…
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Au Revoir Paris, Bonjour Toulon
This post continues on from where this one left off, so we’re going to shake off our November blues, and travel back in time to France in July. Gregory and I had one perfect day in Paris, and I had planned on getting at least another half of one in before heading south to Toulon,…
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So Long Toulong
Disclaimer: Technically the title of this post should read; So Long Toulon, but I felt like jazzing it up a bit, with a rhyme. It’s not the best rhyme in the world, but how about you humor me and pretend like it is. Driving to Toulon from Le Petit Village for the last time was…
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mon anniveraire: un reportage photo
Disclosure: Since I like to stretch out my birthday celebrations for as long as possible, this is actually a photo essay of my birthweek. I’ve tried stretching it out to my birthmonth but 1. Gregory put the kibosh on that and 2. I don’t have that kind of time at the moment… drats. // My…
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woe is me
I’ve been kind of m.i.a. from my blogging life lately. Sure I’ve been eeking out a post here and there but forget about reading any, there has been zero time for that. I guess the holidays and preparing for an international move does tend to suck all of the sand from an hour glass, but…
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Une Histoire de Noël
“You’ll shoot your eye out”… my favorite line from one of my favorite Christmas movies; never did I ever think it would pertain to one of my Christmases, but thanks to the AK-47 BB gun that Mr.London found wrapped and waiting under the tree from Gregory, it did. While I should be counting my blessings…
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La Veille de Noël
Since my childhood Christmases belonged to New York, I grew up with a traditional winter wonderland holiday. Because of that, I never got fully accustomed to the warm Christmases of Texas or the dark, wet ones of Dublin (although it did snow buckets that one year), but I have to say, waking up to this…
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On the Eve of Christmas Eve…
… We said goodbye to our petit sapin de Noël, filled the car with Christmas goodies and headed off towards Toulon to celebrate the holiday with my cousin, Mrs.London. After spending a merry evening the night before with The Honeys, eating Rice Krispy treats (made by me) and pulling off bits of honey nougat (made…
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L'anniversaire de Mr.London
“I know what I want to get Bumder for his birthday.” “You do! Good! What?“ “A speaker thing for his iphone. It’s really good and really loud but it costs €200.“ “WHAT?! No. Find something else.“ “But he’ll love it!“ “Don’t care.” This was the conversation Gregory and I were having about Mr. London’s birthday…
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