It’s my last weekend back home, and while I love love love being here with my fam and friends, I think it’s about time for me to be returning to the land of pain au raisins. For one, I really miss those pain au raisins. I also think Husband can only survive on cereal alone…
Oh Paris vs New York, how incredibly astute are your graphic interpretations of Paris compared to New York! Totally spot on. I think this site has been getting a fair amount of press lately, but I just couldn’t help but share some of my favorites here: Taxis? N’existe pas en Paris. Quintessential French cuteness. And the…
Do you see that? Isn’t it depressing? And also kind of unfathomable? I mean, it’s not like I live in Seattle or something. But it’s been raining here for a week straight already. And apparently there’s no real end in sight. I know, I know. If I have to be steeping in cold, damp weather,…
It’s probably a gross understatement to say that I’ve learned a few things since starting a life abroad just a year ago. It’s actually more like I’ve had to rewire my brain to understand a foreign language, automatically dodge dog poo and maneuver a granny cart full of spaghetti sauce up 4 flights of stairs. It’s…
So I don’t usually condone day-drinking. It gives you a headache, ruins you for any evening activities, and can often make you seem like a sad lush. But as I’ve nearly reached the ripe old age of 31, I feel as though I can confidently steer my younger readers toward what I think are the…
…Decide to buy the sandwich with veggies and mozzarella on a whole grain baguette instead of the one with bacon and “special sauce” because you want to be healthy? And then after seeing that the next bus is 35 minutes away, decide to rent a Velib bike and pedal straight up hill all the way…
Student sit-ins. Marches and protests. Strikes. A few torched cars and broken windows. Over 1400 people arrested or detained, 62 cops injured. Such political unrest could only be in the name of some grand social injustice, right? Racism, the right to vote, democracy maybe. I mean, if you plan on snarling air traffic, slowing down…
As I left my French class this morning, I noticed quite a commotion in front of the Hotel de Crillion – what is it with that place?! There were lots of sleek black cars and skinny people smoking cigarettes. A harried woman ran by with a bag of mannequin heads. Photographers clamored around the door.…
So it’s almost August, which in most places doesn’t mean much other than hot sticky weather and maybe a trip to the beach. But here in France, it means we’re on the verge of something akin to apocalypse. By all accounts, the city will be deserted, all the restaurants and shops will close and nothing…
A few days ago I found my way into a screening of Inception at the ambassador’s house. And let me tell you — it’s just the kind of mind-bending film that leaves you emotionally drained, mildly disoriented, questioning your very existence. Especially when you watch it: 1. At the ambassador’s house in Paris. 2. Sitting…
Unlikely Diplomat 