Published by Travels Through My Lens
Hello and welcome to my blog! I’m glad you stopped by and I hope you enjoy the posts and photos. I’m a native Pacific Northwesterner currently living the expat life in France. I love to travel, take photos, and discover new places, and to share my adventures with others. I hope you enjoy what you find here, if so, please feel free to reach out if you have comments or questions. I would love to have you follow along as I share my travels around France and Europe. Wishing you grand adventures! Tricia
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Such good advice, and nice photo.
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Agreed; it is.
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Beautiful post ✉️
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Thanks you!
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That is a very appropriate quote! Beautiful photo.
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It certainly is. Thank you Lynette!
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Absolutely, we don’t like a watch ruling our lives (especially when we travel). Autumn is such a lovely season – great photo Tricia.
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Agreed; foot loose and fancy free suits me best. Thanks Corna!
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Well, it is high time to start doing that!! lol
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Yes, and now that we’re retired we can do just that!
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Sometimes I think you’re reading my mind, or maybe we are very similar 😊 Maggie
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😊
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This is such a fantastic quote! The compass allows you to make your own creative decisions regarding your path in life. Following the clock like will only make you punctual and disciplined, good traits for sure, but only traits. The compass awards the freedom of exploration and discovery.
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Exactly, good assessment. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you’re having a good day!
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🥰🥰🥰
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A good way to go through life 🙂
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Absolutely. Thanks for your comment!
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GOOD one!
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Lovely
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Oh I love this quote 🙂
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Me too; it’s a good one!
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