It was (oh wait, still is since the sun doesn’t set until 8pm!) a glorious day in Paris today. Sunny, crystal clear skies, topped with a light breeze and enough warmth to warrant bare legs and luxuriously long lunch hours. Which means tomorrow it will probably dip into the 40s and hail. So it was imperative…
Walk down any Paris street and you will be sure to stumble upon at least 3 couples engaged in long, passionate, movie-star kisses that never seem to end. Old and young alike, these people certainly aren’t shy about making out in public like the world’s about to end. And apparently everyone else who’s not busy…
And enjoying what I like to call a perfect pregnant lady sandwich: jambon, beurre salé et cornichons on a fresh baguette. That’s ham, salty butter and pickles. Sounds like a gross combo but it’s truly awesome, trust me. Back to writing more soon, I promise.
So a classmate of mine (a crazy Duke fan, no less) suggested that we engage in a bit of cross-cultural exchange this spring by initiating our French teacher (and one poor British student) into the wonders of Bracketology. Simple enough, right? I mean, it’s just 64 American college teams with 4 extra play-in teams playing…
I’m awake at 6:30 am. And while that may be good practice for le bebe, it also means I’m cranky, disoriented, and very, very hungry. The good news is, I’m going home for a week! And Air France gives you your own TV screen with a million movies! The bad news is, I don’t have…
The fancy French fashion house Lanvin always has the best window displays at the store on Rue Saint-Honoré. So I had to stop and marvel at their latest offering, featuring several mannequin couples caught up in racy embraces. At first glance I thought, awww, they’re kissing! And then I saw this one: And, oh my…this…
It’s a well known fact that I have limited French-speaking capacity. And what I mean is, on any given day, I probably have about 2 hours max during which I can converse somewhat successfully. After that my brain starts oozing out of my ears and it’s all I can do to stare blankly into the…
Today I want to share the experience of walking through the Saint Germain neighborhood on a crisp spring-ish day, only to find an odd sign for a sandwich shop called “Cosi.” That’s funny, you think to yourself. Just like the chain back home. Then you hear opera music wafting over the tousled heads of the…
The most American thing to come out of a French marché: It’s an enormous egg-n-cheese, composed with hand made english muffins and eggs from the Sunday Blvd. de Raspail market. Kraft cheddar compliments of the American Embassy. And yes, I’m eating it for dinner. Cue the heartburn. Boulevard Raspail Market Boulevard de Raspail Paris, France…
There must be a glitch in the weather widget. Yes, it’s still freezing cold, but SUN FOR 6 DAYS STRAIGHT? In Paris? I don’t think so. this is crazytime to dig out the shadesvitamin D deficiency
Unlikely Diplomat 