Imagine running out to buy corriander before the stores close for the noon break and running into toe tapping gypsy music. The group clowned for the camera, but this was the best of the lot.
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D-L Nelson is an American-born Swiss-Canadian writer and journalist. Visit her website www.dlnelsonwriter.com
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- What I didn't buy this month
- Taking the train
- Bottle
- Guess what this is
- The Long Blue Line
- Correfoc ushers in summer
- Correfoc photos
- Number 8 Who'd have thunk it?
- Winning the lottery...
- Frantic
- Polly put the kettle on--we'll all have tea
- A poster to make me think
- Oh Happy Days
- Mailbox series continued
- God granted him an interview
- Are we ever too old?
- And then there was one
- You don't need expensive toys to have fun
- Perceptions of writers
- No title
- Spices, soap and sponges
- Butterfly
- Shards
- Voting with my pocketbook
- Morning walk I
- Morning walk II
- Morning walk III
- Morning walk IV
- The Joys of TV
- The local cherries are in
- Jazz at dusk
- Forty years ago...
- A good enough reason
- Emile
- There's a Syrian on my Roof
- Music in the air
- Why I love France
- Planning meals
- Veggies
- The prettiest street in the village
- Another Sunday Another Vote
- Really? June is today?
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