My tiny french village.
The house and my mother's linden tree that wait for me...
As many of you readers know, I steal away from Brooklyn for a few weeks in the summer, to slip into my French life in a teeny, tiny village in the Auvergne, where the grass is greener than anything you have ever seen, the landscape is dotted with ancient , majestic volcanoes and the sky above extends into infinity.
My family has owned an old 1866 stone house in this village for more than 40 years and we have returned there every year, even after we moved to the United States.
I would like to take you along on my journey back to this magical place, so far from Carroll Gardens. Won't you join me as I trade one life for another for just a little while? I'll update you often and will post many photos of my adventures.
So stay tuned and check back often.
Cheers, Katia
My family has owned an old 1866 stone house in this village for more than 40 years and we have returned there every year, even after we moved to the United States.
I would like to take you along on my journey back to this magical place, so far from Carroll Gardens. Won't you join me as I trade one life for another for just a little while? I'll update you often and will post many photos of my adventures.
So stay tuned and check back often.
Cheers, Katia
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