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Reemerged
I heard the song of the cicadas outside my window and remembered the day we left Paradou. Jean Pierre held one between his fingers and told us how they live underground for seven years before emerging to life in that area of France. That’s how long it took me...
Au Revoir La France
La lune filled our hotel room with light in the night–it was the perfect ending to our visit to the city of lights where the sun doesn’t set until 10:00 pm. I woke up craving the apricot tart I had seen in Avignon on Sunday. (If anyone knows a good recipe,...
Return to Paris
[wpvideo 6Kj3sZ62]It was hard to say au revoir to Paradou…I hugged Jean-Pierre and Mireille at least three times each (I can’t help myself) along with the appropriate bisous, and then they stood at the driveway and waved goodbye just like my parents used...