Tag: Toulon
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boys will be boys
{English, English, South African, French, French} We were due to go and visit Mr. & Mrs. London for the weekend. Somehow three weeks had passed since we had seen each other and The Husband had grown quite cranky (and according to Mrs. London, Mr. London had been wearing his grumpy pants too). Normally when we go, Mr.…
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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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beached
I’ve got nothing to blog about at the moment. Nothing. It’s not like there isn’t stuff going on here right now, there is. To be honest Le Petit Village can be a rather scandalous place and there’s usually some liasons dangereuses or petits scandales going down but it’s not stuff I can blog about per se no matter…
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a last minute dash to the côte d'azur
{Toulon & the Mediterranean} I’m blogging about my last minute dash to the Côte d’Azur from the Côte d’Azur, but I’m not talking about this one, I’m talking about a trip a couple of weeks ago. And then maybe I’ll tell you about this one, a couple of weeks from now (I seem to be running about two-three weeks behind…
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The Road To Dublin
The road to Dublin began with this pair of Nikes. Or rather, Mr. London’s road to Dublin began with these Nikes, The Husband’s and mine began with an Aer Lingus sale. Let me back up… in three weeks time, The Husband, Mrs. London, Gatz (of course) and I are descending upon Dublin. We’re there to catch…
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Toulon: a photo essay
WHEW! Guess what I just figured out? In my advancing age, it now takes me two whole nights to recover from one night out. No longer can I shake my bonbon on the dance floor until 5AM, sleep for three hours, and wake-up feeling normal with a spring in my step. Nope, I can’t, those…
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simply too good to give it a name
Thank you to everyone who took the time to vote for me in the Expat Blog Awards. Thanks to you, Sara in Le Petit Village was awarded with the Bronze! And thank you for reading and commenting. Each and everyone of you make me very happy indeed.(For a complete list of the winners, click here. They…
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sometimes, they get up to no good
{source} Another weekend, and another trip to Toulon. I’m talking about last weekend, not this one. Friday afternoon, The Husband and I headed down south, picked up my cousin, Mrs. London, and went to dinner. Whenever I’m in this part of France, the Côte d’Azur, on a port, surrounded by palm trees and looking out…
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hotel toulon
I’m a lucky girl. Not only do I get to live in The LPV (I love calling Le Petit Village The LPV, makes me feel like a gangsta), one of the most beautiful places on the planet, get to drink delicious wines as cheap as soda, and sample all the cheese I can stand, but…
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