The official start to winter is just a couple short weeks away. For some people, this means cold weather, hearty food, and reading by the fire. Personally, I look forward to all of those, especially the last one. However, winter also means that I have a trip to Champagne on the horizon. Why? Because every …
Before I moved to France, I had a weekly pub date with a group of friends back in my hometown. It wasn’t anything fancy, just drinks and great conversation, but it was a nice constant in my weekly routine. When I moved to Paris, I didn’t know a single person in this city, and during …
I love telling people that I live in Paris. It may sound like I’m bragging, but I’m not. Really, I’m not. I don’t think I’m somehow superior just because I get to see the Eiffel Tower whenever I want. I’m not trying to make anyone jealous. I just love telling people that I live in …
The difficulty of navigating French bureaucracy is legendary. Every time I think I finally have a handle on it, something else arrives in the mail that requires my attention. Cue several months of back and forth communication with various government agencies and/or utility providers in an attempt to solve the problem. I’ve asked around, and …
I first arrived in Paris in September. The beginning of September, to be more precise, which meant that I had arrived in time for the annual tradition of La Rentrée. Every year, during the first week in September, the French return from holidays, adults go back to work, kids go back to school, and the …