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Tails From Provence
What happens when a horsemad Ould Wagon moves from Cork to Provence with 2 horses, 2 dogs and a Long Suffering Husband? Why, she gets a third dog, discovers Natural Horsemanship à la Française, starts writing short stories and then discovers a long-buried talent for art, of course…
Tails From Provence 
I’m intrigued that it’s possible to comment on a photo! Cool!
Re your trip to the Louvre… A FOUR HOUR LAYOVER AND YOU LEFT THE AIRPORT? ARE YOU CRAZY, WOMAN??? Sheeeesh… my brother in law likes to get to the airport at least five hours before his flight leaves – and that’s since before 9/11. Still, I suppose that back in 2000, the security lines weren’t in evidence yet so hmmm… mumble… maybe… mutter… I might have considered doing something similar!
On the matter of having an hour in the Louvre, I concur absolument… we were mental. It was like being lost in an Escher drawing.
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Wow! So beautiful. Did I tell you about my 4 hour layover in Paris last March? I was flying to Israel for a tour group and at the last minute got switched from Delta to Air France (hence the layover). I thought, “I’m in PARIS! I can’t waste my time sitting in an airport!” So I took a taxi to the Louvre. Forgot how huge it was (was there in 2000) and then worried I’d get lost inside (I did not have Euros–credit card and $ only). I literally ran around like a nut for about an hour trying to find mummies. Then I ran to get another taxi back to the airport. It took three tries to find one that would accept my credit card.
That was not the smartest thing I’ve ever done and I’m glad I couldn’t readily do the math to figure out how my much two taxi rides cost me. It was a “life experience!” (And I don’t speak any French–the taxi driver actually corrected my pronunciation of the Louvre–that was interesting and a first).
Your pictures are stunning and reminded me of a fun adventure. Thank you!
P.S. In 2000 I met a violin maker who lived in Paris. I had a MAJOR crush on him. Friend of a friend. I actually dreamed I’d marry him and move to Paris. But alas, that was not meant to be.
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