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She comes to me with her clay and she shows me how she can mix colors. She names them for me in perfect English. Aurore and Olivier’s (my la...

The sun is making patterns on the wooden kitchen table. I prod the mullioned window open. I know Olivier is out with his daughters and it is...

We pick berries on the morning of my last full day in Normandy. That is, we pick the small pack that looks most excellent among the many in ...

We have passed several times through Deauville to get to Hornfleur, our home for the week. But we had never actually paused there. Deauville...

You are counting and so you know. Of course. Who wouldn’t remember? We didn’t. At first. It’s Kathy’s last full day with us and we have chos...