So I’m all set up here in the new digs. Another splendid house brought to me by the miracle of discounted winter rental rates. This little cottage has been lovingly restored by a man from Paris and his American wife who writes children’s books right at the table where I now sit.

Everywhere I look there is something so Frenchy cool that it boggles my mind as to how long it took to put this place together. Antique art nouveau armoires with secret compartments, period light fixtures, reclaimed painted floor tiles, on and on. There’s no way to do this house justice with pictures (taken by the better half) but here are just a few things in my gaze these days…



It’s a bit like living on the set of a French movie. Every now and then I have to give my head a shake just to realize that this is where I live now. That this is no vacation with a Monday morning at the hospital looming over my head and I have to say it’s not bad, not bad at all…

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