Lunch was served followed by dessert. As if we did not have enough, we were tempted to lick the plate but with effort we remained adults and used spoons instead. You might think it was a small portion, which was not the case.
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°Thirty years living in France because I married a Frenchman that I met while dancing in San Francisco° Two children, now in their mid-twenties, amour et joie° I have the "Brocante Bug" which means antiquing is my cure, France can do me no wrong when it comes to treatment ° I am from a small rural town in Northern California ° Co-founder of the French Muse Experience, and more so share our renovation projects ° Writes whatever strikes a cord, and has taken photos for this blog every day for the last thirteen years° Merci for following me°
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