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The missing link
Angers. My first term at university in France. Breakfast with my roommate Anne Marie (still a close friend after all these years). She mixed coffee with scalded milk in a bowl, put butter and jam on a piece of baguette … Continue reading
My life in France (Part 3)
Paris was exhilarating; Paris was exhausting. By Easter, especially with all the extra services the choir had to attend, I felt in need of a break. One problem: no money. Then someone at St. George’s Church told me that a … Continue reading
My life in France (Part 1)
At the library the other day, I spotted a book about Paris I hadn’t seen before. It was by a young American woman who had spent a year in the city, learning Life Lessons and fashion tips (not necessarily in … Continue reading
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