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Current ArticlesThis feed's current articles are shown below. Subscribe for updates to all the content available in this feed, or click through here to see the original article.  The French la Vie – imagine coming to France for one reason: antique hunting. Not museums. Not tours. Just days searching through markets, garages, brocantes, homes, and shops packed with things from another time. Today we went to an antique dealer’s garage. Nothing was styled or perfect. Boxes everywhere. Pulling out and opening... Read the whole entry... »
 Ready Set Go…
 2026-05-04 11:00 UTC by Corey
 Tomorrow arrives The table is set.
Candles waiting.
Menu penciled The itinerary is lined up — unfold exactly as it should. Flights are landing.
Guests counting the hours Suitcases rolling. Rooms are ready.
Beds turned down.
Windows open
Small details in their places. And me?
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 In my village, the church and surrounding hills carry layers of history, legends, and traditions that go back over a thousand years. The first church here is dated back to the 7th century, though later destroyed during invasions in the early Middle Ages. Around the year 1030, monks connected to the Abbey of Saint-Victor in Marseille rebuilt... Read the whole entry... »
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- French la Vie Journey
  Life keeps moving.
Through birthdays and funerals.
Through wars on screens and dishes in the sink.
Through heartbreak and grocery lists and mornings where we open our eyes and wonder what we will see. I walk through antique markets and touch things that outlived the people who loved them first.
A plate, a glass, a dish towel-
A... Read the whole entry... »
 On the first of May, in France, we give muguet- lily of the valley- to those we love. 
The Red Hat
2026-04-30 11:00 UTC by Corey Walking past a shop, a photographer asked if she could take my photo. Hesitantly, I agreed, while giving a sideways glance at my reflection in the window. That’s when I spotted the red hat- the shopkeeper approved, I plonked it on my head—improving the situation, if not the subject. The photographer looked slightly disappointed. “I was... Read the whole entry... »
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