I read ‘French Dirt – The story of a garden in the south of France’, by Richard Goodman, in the month of August. The same time as the culmination of the story. Sitting in my French garden, hence the inspiration to read, I enjoyed the stories surrounding the inhabitants ofRead More →
Our village held its annual fête recently, a wonderfully, traditional 3 day long event. Called the Fête Patronale. It included parades, rifle marksmanship competitions, petanque, fair ground rides for kids and even a flea market. The occasion began in 1427 as a bird shooting competition, hence the rifle marksmanship. ThisRead More →
Like many people, I love to visit garage sales (in USA), car boot sales (in UK) or flea markets. Here in France they are called a ‘vide grenier’. It literally translates as ’empty attic’. But what makes them different then the American or UK counterpart is that the whole townRead More →
Over indulged in Cremant de Bourgogne last night. If there is such a thing. But my oh my it was tasty, refreshing and thoroughly enjoyable. No reason, no celebration, simply a quiet night in with my loved ones. Well, that is reason enough, isn’t it? You may well ask whatRead More →
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