In America when we hear stories of the War, and by that I mean World War II, we hear stories of our brave young men going off to a strange country to fight against tyranny, or we might hear of Jewish families that escaped from Europe to start their lives in a place where they would not be persecuted. But… Read More
I was so enchanted when I first saw our town, never imagining that there could be such charming provincial streets or such a beautifully kept Mairie (town hall) or such cute little nooks and crannies or such pleasant residential streets, the french version of Wysteria Lane or such narrow steps leading down to the willow tree-lined river Seine or such… Read More
Last night as Sir Renaissance was checking the radio to make sure the alarm was set, I yelled “stop!” because I heard this song (words below – make sure you read the words first before you listen). I think this was the song that made me really fall in love with the poetry of the French language. I I thought I’d… Read More
We’re back from Bretagne! I’m so filled with news and pictures, that I fear this post will be somewhat Dickensian. By the way, did you know that “Bretagne” is French for “Brittany?” Because I didn’t know that they were one and the same for the longest time. The Family: My french in-laws were as lovely as always (even while looking… Read More
A french woman owns 100€ jeans that make her butt look fabulous, but she has only one pair (which is the pair she wears should she decide to wear jeans). A french woman knows her pharmacist well, who can advise her about birch tree juice and tisanes for drainage, as well as the most effective cellulite cream (all of which… Read More
A farm in Corbreuse See the stairs there at the end? Upon arriving, that’s where the children went off to play, climbing the steps up to the wall of the hamlet and shouting obscenities at pedestrians on the street. Yup. Guess which angel was leading the way on that charge? (hint: she’s six and rarely docile). Sir Renaissance ran off… Read More
