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Provence: Soil, Cliffs, Houses & Poppies in Red, Heaven for Artists
Ahhh, France and its natural beauty. We headed to Roussillon, the ochre town. Soil, cliffs, houses, everything is red from the ochre. Some of us couldn’t wait to start painting and off they go,...
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Venasque: From Renaissance to Roman Times in One Small French Village
Venasque is considered one of the most beautiful villages in France. But unlike some others like Roussillon where we went two days ago, Venasque doesn’t have shops or cafes or ice cream places....
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Why the Drama & Many Moods of Paris Keeps Me Coming Back…
Paris has a funny way about her and yes, I’m sure she’s a her. She’s all the things a her can be: beautiful, moody, complex, dynamic, essential, turbulent, pensive, fashionable, delicious and...
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Memories of Early Travels in the Normandy House
It was the house really that brought me there. While the Normandy countryside was bitter sweet in its lush green fields of early summer poppies and sandy brown wheat which grows wildly everywhere and I...
View ArticleThe Magic Spell of Normandy’s Mont Saint Michel
Rewind the clock to over twenty years ago. I’m in my early twenties and hitching my way through France…every nook and cranny of her, from the castles and valleys in the south, to Dijon, Lyon, the Loire...
View ArticleWhy the Drama & Many Moods of Paris Keeps Me Coming Back…
Paris has a funny way about her and yes, I’m sure she’s a her. She’s all the things a her can be: beautiful, moody, complex, dynamic, essential, turbulent, pensive, fashionable, delicious and...
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Memories of Early Travels in the Normandy House
It was the house really that brought me there. While the Normandy countryside was bitter sweet in its lush green fields of early summer poppies and sandy brown wheat which grows wildly everywhere and...
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The Magic Spell of Normandy's Mont Saint Michel
Rewind the clock to over twenty years ago. I’m in my early twenties and hitching my way through France…every nook and cranny of her, from the castles and valleys in the south, to Dijon, Lyon, ........
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