My Boucherie

This is the Boucherie just down the street from me. Isn't it cool! The butcher looks the least French of anyone I've seen here. He's got that mid-west salt-of-the-earth vibe going. No scarf thrown casually round the neck just so. No ancient but perfect sweater that I'd kill to run across in a vintage store. I think the last time I was

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I think I'm Gonna Like It Here

There's something about this little town. I walk slower. I look up. The kids and I had only been in Saint-Quentin-la-Poterie for a week, and already our friendly neighbors had drawn me out of my shell. I'm not usually a very social kinda guy, but around here I'm practically a social butterfly! On Saturday I talked the kids into going to Carnival in town. We met neighbors. On Sunday, Sarah from across the street rang the bell to invite us to work in a friend's vineyard for the day. Ten minutes later we were following a small convoy to Vallabrix, a nearby village to pitch in.

Serge, the winemaker and vineyard owner (and also Postman) is converting his

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A Good Problem To Have

We've spent the last few weeks working on the calendar, trying to figure how to puzzle out the next few months. It's a megillah! But still - figuring out where you're going to travel next, and how to puzzle everything together, is a good problem to have.

We've just booked seven weeks in a little town in the south of France called Saint Quentin la Poterie. I am the luckiest girl in the Whole Wide World. We got a good

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