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a long weekend in paris – staying in st germain

This short little story is the second part in the tale of Zelda, who we saw last week, finding herself unexpectedly packing for a working trip to Paris and free to plan for a bonus long weekend alone in the city of lights .   You can read the first part HERE, or scroll down to find out how she enjoys her weekend in Paris. Zelda’s working week in the business district sped past in a blur.  On Friday morning, after a full and busy week , she bid goodbye to   her team and wished them...

a long weekend in paris – part one – the packing!

Zelda pulled her biggest suitcase out from the back of her wardrobe then frowned.   “This is  meant to be a business trip, they’ll laugh to see me turn up with some huge bag like a tourist. ….  Think Zelda think …. you’re only going for a week, and most of that is going to be business meetings .  It’s just the last weekend where you can take time to explore Paris” “Explore Paris”, she couldn’t even believe she was saying those words! ...

autumn food – the tarte tatin

  When I was writing my entertaining book, with all the different tablescapes and ideas for entertaining through the seasons, my editor Madge Baird suggested that we include some recipes.   Just a few to illustrate how we like to live and eat by the season here in France. Having grown up in a large family, then having raised our four children, it was easy to come up with a list of favorite dishes, that are more about traditional family food than fancy cuisine.   The Tarte Tatin or upside...

talking of food

  My husband calls his parents each week.   His mother is not so chatty, so he mostly talks with his Dad.    Theirs is a beautiful relationship.  Bereft of judgement; caring, respectful and kind.    They live many miles apart, but these conversations keep them up to date with each others health, mood, and daily routine. I’m often close by when the calls take place and cannot help but hear snippets of the conversations, that always make me smile.  Of course there is talk of a mundane...

october and the start to her comfort season

– October – a short tale …. Just a little piece of fiction, a short reflection on this wonderful time of the year and how it feels to be slipping into autumn here in Normandy. Although her spirits were lifted by the first signs of the spring, and although she was quick to abandon herself to the warmth of the summer, the truth was that she loved the autumn most of all.    And of all the autumn months, it was October she preferred.   For it marked the start of her comfort...

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