Tag Archive: France

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

The Ultimate Treasure Hunt: Scouring the Louvre

The next THATLou hunt is Sunday, August 5. Go sign up now! It’s fun, and Daisy (the creative mind and organizer of it all) is fabulous. You’ll have a great day! And if… 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

Midnight Special

In case you were wondering what people eat as a midnight snack in France, now you know: cheese.* If real French people don’t eat this, I can only imagine it’s because the cigarettes… Continue reading

Counting Clouds and Staying Up Late: Musings on Freedom and Being Busy

This weekend is my three-month France-iversary; I can’t believe how quickly the time is flying by. When I was thinking back over my first three months, I remembered something that a friend from… 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

Friendship, Fire, and Other Swoony Things

Tonight I re-watched Before Sunrise, a movie from way back in 1995 starring Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. Please see it if you haven’t. The movie ends leaving us wondering if these two… 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