Category: life with frenchies
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Maxi Bazaar (Woolworth's meets The Dollar Store) has curtains on sale…by the kilo. there's a little handy electronic scale in the display. well, whaddya know.
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it's been a banner inter-cultural exchange weekend here. last night i was stopped by Sweet Hair Girl as i walked up to the market. she was excited and animated–after a proper greeting (kiss kiss, ca va?) i understood that she and her two girlfriends (whom i was introduced to!) were telling me that she's left…
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Mom's purse was stolen last night while she and Bert were eating at DeCito. money, credit cards, French bank card—gone. (and i'm really bumming–she had our only pot of Carmex in there). that's what she gets for going to our local without me. the staff was just as upset as she was, Cute Waiter said…
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i got scolded again today for not bringing Miss Ruby with me to the Tabac. i scored smiles and laughs (so rare!) when i said, in french, that she's trying to quit! yeah me.
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Haut-de-Cagnes we've been feeling a little house-bound lately, so mom and i decided to spend the afternoon in the medival village of Haut-de-Cagnes (above Cagnes sur Mer), have a little lunch and a wander around in the tiny, charming lanes. lunch was great–the town is dead quiet this time of year, though it wasn't much…
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i'm still amazed. i can still be stopped dead in my tracks in rue d'Antibes, mesmerized. how do they do it? how do these women walk in those heels? i'm not talking cushy platforms or one inch business heels or even accommodating stewardess numbers. i'm talking 4 to 6 inches of spike resting precariously on…
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train interior, views from train along the coast the train operators were on strike yesterday, from what i can gather to protest a regulation proposal for restricting their ability to go on strike. hmm.
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as if it isn't hassle enough to get fearful Miss Ruby on and off the train–today i got stopped for not having a ticket for her! i use the machines to buy my tickets, but of course the machines don't issue dog tickets. so, i missed the earlier train to stand in line to BUY…
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we (Dale, Liz, John and i) had dinner last night with a young chap by the name of Tom. Tom is English. Tom is from Elham (the village where Dom's parents have the pub/restaurant). Tom is a young farmboy doing seasonal landscaping work. Young Tom has the winter free. So, Young Adventurous Tom is BICYCLING…
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Miss Ruby is afraid of the trains, in fact she fears the entire train experience–the train station, getting on and off the train, watching the high-speed train bullet by, riding the slower regional train, even the loudspeaker announcements through her off-balance. going back and forth from Cannes to Antibes by train is still a snap–provided…
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