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.
You merely adopted the isolation. I was born in it, molded by it.
I’m not talking about obvious stuff you read on Buzzfeed. I’m talking niche and deeply biased advice for living in Paris, France.
Some differences between LA and Paris are obvious–like trading freeways for metros. Others, I would never have thought of.
In a fit of optimism, I thought we’d be the first international movers to receive our moving boxes early.
A very abridged and unresearched first-person account of what the transportation strikes in Paris have been like.
In Paris everyone is constantly eating, carrying, or buying bread. And you can too!
I love writing off-topic reviews of frozen, unusual, and unhealthy food. This week: a boxed ham sandwich.
I thought grit and money would help me find an apartment in Paris because I’m a dumb American.