The ardoise at Le Petit Vatel. May I recommend the boudin noir? Black pudding/blood sausage is not to everyone’s taste, I know, but I suspect you’d all appreciate the Gâteau au cédrat confit (Cake with…
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Sleep problems. Breath and Breathe. Bridge, bench, bunch, budge, brunch, billet, boulevard. Pause, not because I’m sleeping yet, unfortunately, but because my mind is searching for another word beginning with “B.” Brigadier. Seriously, brigadier? Where did…
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As I struggle, some days, to know whether it’s worth continuing to write in this space, I go back to some of the reasons I’m doing so. There has been so much emphasis, especially here…
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Summer’s not letting Labour Day push her out the door, not here, at least, where we went swimming in the (not so very warm) Pacific last night — delicious! Still, I expect rhythms and activities…
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Cycling this route was what I chose to do on our 43rd anniversary last week, to please myself. I clarified the choice as I wrote my “morning pages” my husband still sleeping. Some of you…
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