Tag: when bloggers collide
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Paris {six}
After I said goodbye to The London’s, I only had a few hours left with Gregory before his TGV to Toulon left. We thought that since we were in Paris, we should walk on over to that one special, not to be missed, romantic spot… The Eiffel Tower. It was only a short distance from…
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c'est ça
I thought I’d take a break from my tales from Paris (which is turning into quite the drawn out miniseries) to dazzle you with tidbits from my life here in Texas. Photos included. (‘Dazzle’ might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I’m feeling on the glass full side today). // How sweet is this?!…
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the wonderful world of blates
{my blate, Alex} You know, when I first started blogging, I had absolutely no clue what I was getting myself into. Before I hit publish on that first post back in 2009, I had never even read a blog. I didn’t know that there were thousands of other people out there hitting publish just like…
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les nouvelles
++ We saw the largest snail ever. We’re talking like, ‘World’s Largest Snail’ at the County Fair kind of sized. He came out during a rainstorm and I swear he was about half the size of my knuckle and big enough to be a pet. I would have adopted the little guy but 1. Fifty…
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je suis un lapin heureux
C’est vendredi! (C’est vendredi means ‘it’s Friday’ and here’s a fun fact for you… weekdays aren’t capitalized in French. I don’t know why, but they aren’t. And there you have it.) First things first, the winner of the book giveaway is Gloria S. Congratulations Gloria! Second things second… we’re looking forward to a wonderful weekend…
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Lyon: one bite at a time
The last time I was in Lyon was over two years ago. The Husband and I had gone to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. Unfortunately when we arrived home from our weekend away, we found out my father was gravely ill. My father’s passing has kind of marred that Lyon trip for me. I remember…
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The Road Is Long
You know how I was in England this past week (Devon and Essex to be precise), and Paris before that, and Dublin before that? Well before I tell you about our latest trip, and the weekend in Paris, and finish up my Dublin Days tale, I’m going to tell you about my journey home because…
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weekend
Did you know that the French word for weekend is week-end? Yep… week-end. I guess throwing that dash in there makes it a bit more French like. Who knows. Either way, I had a très bon week-end. It started off the way all weekends should start… deliciously. (Whenever I think about the word weekend, I think…
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hmmm
{I don’t have anymore apples to give you!} I interrupt this regularly scheduled program of ‘my birthday weekend in Avignon’ to bring you these snippets of my life here lately in The LPV. ++ See that pretty brown guy up there? That’s my new buddy Aero, he belongs to my friend Martine (Martine is from Ireland…
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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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