Thanksgiving has always been a moment to pause, take a deep breath, and look around at the life I’m building. This year, that reflection feels deeper than ever, because Maison d’Amies (once just a fragile little dream) is now something real, something rooted, something I’m profoundly proud of. When this journey began, it was simple: I wanted to see more of France and share my love for travel, culture, food, and the slower rhythms of life with other women. I imagined intimate

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