…you *nearly* buy an apartment in Paris

At this point I feel like I’ve been through all of the emotions of confinement.  The adrenaline.  The fear.  The blind forwarding of memes.   The inexplicable panic-buying of canned goods I don’t even usually buy (we currently have no less than six cans of chick peas in our pantry and so far we have made … Continue reading …you *nearly* buy an apartment in Paris

…you start complaining about everything

Everyone knows that the French are masters at complaining.  And Parisians even more so.  You only need to sit next to a couple of Parisians on a terrace or overhear a conversation on the metro to realise this.  Instagrammers (including me) may try to lead you to believe that la vie est belle in Paris … Continue reading …you start complaining about everything

…you shut down over summer

Summer has a way of sneaking up on you in Paris.  The ponts of May come and go.  The days start getting longer (as you're reminded by the weather presenters on the nightly news who cheerfully announce the extra minutes of sunshine for the following day), street-sellers put away their stock of umbrellas and start … Continue reading …you shut down over summer

…you think the air conditioning is making you sick

A few years ago, I was at the office during one of the delicious heat-waves that Paris enjoys at least once a summer.  Our office was on the 5th floor and was orientation ouest (west-facing), so it got the afternoon sun and became a veritable fournaise (furnace) in the summertime.  One day it got so hot … Continue reading …you think the air conditioning is making you sick

…you learn to live with the strikes

The strikes (or "les grèves") are one of the biggest clichés about living in France.  And much like the difficulties of dealing with l'administration or the frequency with which French people say "oh la la", after you live here for a while you quickly realize that this cliché is very much true. I've seen many … Continue reading …you learn to live with the strikes

…you start using French expressions

Learning French in Paris is a daily battle.  English is everywhere, so much so that you could actually get by without speaking French at all.  Well, at least in most places. But, if you persevere, you do have little victories every now and again.  Like the feeling you get when you learn a new word … Continue reading …you start using French expressions

…you become a French cititzen

It has been a while since I last blogged.  Nearly two years to be exact.  In those two years, a lot has changed.  Some changes have been good, others bad.  France elected its youngest ever President, Emmanuel Macron (cf. macaron.) Colette, a favourite hang-out of fashion folk and celebrities alike, closed its doors definitively. And David Pujadas, … Continue reading …you become a French cititzen

…you start using English words like a French person

There is a war brewing in France.  And I'm not only talking about the war between the police and the motley crew of Nuit Debout folk on the Place de la République (although that is still in full swing).  No, I'm talking about the perceived war on the French language. It started out innocently enough.  An article … Continue reading …you start using English words like a French person