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Punaise! Our Hotel in Paris had a little bug (and not the kind you’re thinking)….

Punaise! When I heard about the bed bug epidemic in Paris, I almost canceled plans to see my best friend. I’m so glad I didn’t let those punaise reports destroy this joyful reunion. TODAY'S WORD: Punaise!   : Darn! Oh no! Oh dear! Punaise also means bug or “bed bug”. The exclamation may have been born of the horror of seeing the crawly creatures, i.e. … Continue reading Punaise! Our Hotel in Paris had a little bug (and not the kind you’re thinking)….

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Paris, Susan, Writing

Bonjour. It’s good to be back!

The writer reflects on their recent sabbatical in Paris, expressing initial nerves about potentially not returning to writing. They recognize their belief in being an “all or nothing” person but acknowledge a more adaptable nature within themselves. Gratitude is extended to readers who joined a recent cruise from Paris to Normandy, highlighting the experience and the beauty of the region. The writer recalls meaningful encounters, including moments spent with friends and the touching visit to Omaha Beach. They conclude by inviting readers to enjoy a holiday CD featuring French Christmas songs and share images from the cruise experience. Continue reading Bonjour. It’s good to be back!

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Susan, Tipping

pourboire: How to say tip in French

Today, in the US, it's Le Jour de Merci Donnant and I'm busy giving thanks for the people in my life, including YOU and Rouge-Bleu. Read more about my high-school chum in today's story. Note: you haven't heard much about Susan, over the years–that's because I haven't had the chance to see her much. I do have a funny photo, near the end of this … Continue reading pourboire: How to say tip in French

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Susan

To Spill Your Guts in French

The original Rouge-Bleu (a.k.a. "Susan") in Orange, France. boyaux (bwa-yo) masculine noun (plural)   guts, entrails La voix de la conscience et de l'honneur est bien faible quand les boyaux crient. The voice of conscience and honor are really feeble when one's guts are crying out. –Denis Diderot. When one's heart is stuffed with dusty parcels, packages that should have been untied and emptied long ago, … Continue reading To Spill Your Guts in French

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