They’ve ranged from wonderful to absentee, rude to overly touchy. Somehow I finished level A2.3 with their help, meaning I can order at a restaurant in French, and not much else.
Anyone Else Nervous About Paris Reopening Or Are You Normal?
To say I’m nervous about Paris’s partial reopening/un-confining tomorrow May 19, is an oversimplification. I’m extremely excited, pumped, relieved, excited again. I really want to be able to buy some objects in person, look at some arts, or sit at a table when I grab lunch with friends instead of on the ground at a park. But, I’m also nervous.
The New Yorker Made Me Eat French Tacos
The word “taco” in the name kind of leads one to believe that the tacos are tacos but they’re not tacos. If they were, they would be an abomination. But thanks to a very popular article in the New Yorker, I’ve since had to change my stance, eat my words, and eat a damn French Taco.
Be Our Guest: The Spectacle of Checking Into A French Airbnb
Hear me out: French Airbnb hosts sometimes come across like desperate animated candlesticks. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s just different.
The Year That Wasn’t
If it isn’t written down, analyzed, and delivered with a lovely little narrative bow on it, full metaphors and all, did it actually happen? I’ve given up journals before during hard times in an attempt to reject reality, a tactic that both works and doesn’t. On the one hand, there is no written history and reflection to cure the cement of what I decided “was” in that time. On the other, without busily scribbling my little thoughts about events, finding their meaning, inventing meaning often, neatly fitting them into the larger story I have in my head for my life, then I’m left to just live in the moment. No more mining my day for content, or feeling that I’ve got nothing to show for it if I live without documenting.
How Long French Meals Made Our 10-Week Quarantine–Dare I Say It–Nice
Ten weeks ago, the idea of hour-long lunches everyday would have terrified me. Now, I’m grateful-ish for them.
All the New French Products I Tried While Quarantined With My French In-Laws
It’s been 7-ish weeks of quarantine, folks. That’s 147 French meals, some of which featured food I never knew existed.
How My Personal Style Changed When I Moved to France
I’m all coats and dirty hair now, and hopefully blending in a bit.
How Being An Expat Made Me Uniquely Adapted to Our Current Mandated Confinement
You merely adopted the isolation. I was born in it, molded by it.
100 Random Tips For Living In Paris and France in General
I’m not talking about obvious stuff you read on Buzzfeed. I’m talking niche and deeply biased advice for living in Paris, France.
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