Home, Fall, and My Paris Surfboard
As America prepares to celebrate its long weekend and one day of freedom from laboring, I’m sitting in Paris, contemplating how freaking lucky I am to have been given this opportunity not to… Continue reading
Category Archive: Expat Life
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Up All Night in Paris: A Photo Tour
(Full photo slideshow at the bottom.) “We’ll always have Paris.” That famous line from Casablanca (which, shamefully, I’ve never seen) gets thrown around a lot, mostly in jest. After living here for four… Continue reading
Team USA: Missing the Mother Country
I love the Olympics: the tradition, the fanfare, the camaraderie, the patriotism, the competition, and the spectacle of it all. I also love that for a couple of weeks, a good chunk of… Continue reading
Adventures in Expatting: Terror at the Franprix
Take a good look at this picture, my friends, because this is the face of torture. For the uninitiated, it’s just a stack of plastic bags at the end of the register at… Continue reading
July 14 in Paris: Check aaaaaand … Check
Last year on July 14, I was sitting in Amelie, my favorite wine bar in San Francisco, tying one on with my other Francophile/oenophile friends, wondering if I’d gather the nuts to do… Continue reading
Don’t Take a Shiv in the Pancreas: Say Hello to People in Foreign Countries
Back when I worked in advertising, one of the sure signs a campaign was good was if it made other people in the industry jealous, the old “I wish I’d thought of that”… Continue reading
These Are Days
I probably spend too much time thinking about what I should be doing in Paris versus what I am doing. I haven’t been to the Catacombs yet and it’s hanging over my head… Continue reading
Like Actually
Today I’m celebrating my ever-so-slight progression in French: I just negotiated what I’d consider a complicated prescription refill (even in the States) entirely in French. Granted, I had to look up a few… Continue reading
Toplessness, Communal Toilets, and Neighbors: All Glamour Over Here in Paris
{scene: my Paris flat this morning at 3:43 am} Doorbell rings. I sit up in bed, confused. Was that my downstairs front door? Or is someone ringing my actual door doorbell about four… Continue reading
Rude and Better Lovers? 8 Myths About French People
I’m promise I’m not being paid by the French government or the Paris Chamber of Commerce for this post. (But if anyone from those organizations is reading and would like to pay me,… Continue reading