Tag Archive: French

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