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
We have removed our falling bramble hedges and have replaced them with lavender. I asked for the biggest, tallest, perfumiest, bluest lavender that existed but apparently the bluest is not necessarily the biggest or the tallest. And the perfumiest is not necessarily the bluest. So we are not quite here … But it’s home.
The latest buzz in Paris is about the newly-discovered, age-old skin-care from Morocco: Oil of Argan. The testimonials read that even people with oily skin can use it and it helps acne. But for those of us with dry skin, it’s a dream come true. You smother it on underneath your usual cream (wiping off the excess if there is… 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
The Blogger’s Concierge gave my former blog, Perfect Welcome, an award for being an A-List Blog. I think I was the only one to receive that award before it (the award) died an early death. However, it totally made my day (month/ year), as it was the only award I had ever won for my blog. The following is what… Read More
This is the rose bush that is trained in an arch over our well. It’s so beautiful, isn’t it? Except there is no scent. None. I suggested to Sir Renaissance that we replace it with one that has a heady scent and wild looking blossoms, but he said, “Do you know how long it takes to grow and train a rose… Read More
