Deja vu... that feeling that you have been there before… That’s how I felt this past weekend when we visited our friends who have a home about an hour out of Toulouse… It wasn’t the sensation that I had been there before but more that I had lived their story. I remember three years ago when … Continued
After our ‘French chat‘ yesterday I started thinking about French expressions.. or sayings… combinations of words that I hardly ever understand and definitely don’t try and use… They do my head in… trying to make sense of the translation… which, by the way is impossible… but they are so endearing… Sometimes we must accept that … Continued
Do you believe in miracles? I do… Do you believe in happy endings… I most definitely do. This story has a happy ending and I am going to jump to the punch line.. and then fill in the details. Paddy made a miraculous recovery and completed the Iron Man challenge yesterday in Nice in 13hours… … Continued
Sometimes days just don’t go as planned… One moment life is full of all the tasks that we feel so obligated and obsessed about and the next… well… all that falls away into a meaningless muddle when faced with an emergency. Let me fill you in… but before I do….can I say how much I … Continued
I get the fuss about truffles… the ‘black diamonds’ of France… I declare to you all, with hand over heart, that I am a serious truffle lover. I can eat them for breakfast… Imagine… a big chunky slab of sourdough with lashings of creamy French butter, generous shavings of truffle and a sprinkle of salt. … Continued
I do know that it is rude to eavesdrop… but sometimes it is impossible to resist. It went something like this. We I were enjoying a quiet lunch in the village together… We sat down, said our ‘bonjours’ to the waitress, looked at the menu and ordered our lunch… That was about it… All pretty average … Continued
Do the French love graffiti? Are they artists or are they just vandals in disguise? As we sped along the autoroute on our way home from Switzerland, I started to notice that nearly every wall, agricultural building or abandoned farmhouse was covered with graffiti… There didn’t seem to be a message or great artistic value to … Continued
Friday morning means a visit to Eygalieres, one of my neighboring villages. It is market day and I like to food shop for the weekend, take my guests for a browse and meet a friend who lives nearby for coffee. As we pulled in to park, an older woman walked out of the field … Continued
