So we woke up Sunday morning to quite the scene on the Champs-Elysees. Apparently mobs of tourists, roaming pickpockets and preening Louis-Vuitton shoppers aren’t exciting enough, because Paris decided to pave over the good old Champs with farmland and forest. And a few palm trees to boot. Now generally shutting down a main city artery…
Since I’ve been a lame blogger this past month, I’m going to institute a little fun for my (probably 5) readers out there. The kind of fun that involves learning a foreign language that has 8 million verb tenses and a ridiculously hard-to-copy accent. That’s right– it’s time for French Vocab Fridays! Yes, I am…
Oh my. I have been gone from the interwebs for far too long. But there was the trip back home, and then a long trip back to Paris. And then a few groggy days of jet lag mixed with homesickness, topped with wintery cold mid-May weather. It was a dangerous melange that I attempted to…
Don’t worry, I’m not dead – just busy catching up with friends and family stateside. And however tempting it is to stay here with all the bagels and good TV and English-speaking people, I’ll be back to strolling the Champs-Elysees and butchering the French language by tomorrow morning. Besides, if I leave Husband up to…
But really, who needs internet and phone service at home when you’ve got sunshine and free wi-fi and a pain au raisins in the park? Oh, pain au raisins, with your crisp, buttery outer rings and dense, chewy middle. You are the perfect marriage of croissant and fruit. (Raisins are fruit in my world). You…
Was not the Venus de Milo. Not the inverted pyramid. Certainly not the Mona Lisa. No, it was this young woman, who I’m pretty sure is wearing a Bump-It. Many thanks to Anna for catching it on film, and for knowing why it needed to be documented. Things I Love
It’s a well known fact that I have just a smidge of my mom’s type A personality. So of course I approach my tour guiding duties here in Paris with a certain level of intensity, unloading facts and tidbits and trivia on my guests at every turn. I figure a little context goes a long way,…
According to WordPress, someone out there in the land of the interwebs found my blog by searching for “shart.” That may just be the crowning accomplishment of my blogging career/life. merde
After shooting the early morning metro accordion player a death stare, pushing through a group of French preteens on a field trip, yelling at a Spanish lady meandering in front of the ticket machines to get out of the (flipping) way and finally conquering the entry line to Louis’ spectacular golden palace: “WE ARE SO WINNING…
Yes, you read that title correctly, and I’ll get to that later. First let me say that I have the best family and most understanding husband on the planet. Hands down. Not even the Von Trapps or the Osbournes or the Obamas could come close to their awesomity. Why? Because even after a whirlwind week…
Unlikely Diplomat 