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…
I have lots to share about my quick trip to Bordeaux this past weekend, but sadly, not enough time to write about it today. I know, I know – this busy life I lead! Reading and writing and drinking champagne and not really working can really jam up your daily schedule quicker than you think.…
A year ago today I was 3 glasses of pinot noir and one donut deep, spooning my sister on a hospital couch at 3am. My contacts had long been thrown in the trash because I couldn’t shut my eyes for more than 20 seconds without them driving me insane. There may or may not have…
I love to cook. Mostly because I love eating, and there aren’t always other people around to feed me. But I also love the challenge of it. I like to really get my hands dirty and see if I can actually make something edible. And because of the way my brain works, it’s also usually…
One of the best parts about having visitors here is showing them all of the most glorious things to eat. And we all know that I’ve been doing some serious eating. No one, and I mean no one, leaves on my watch without at least trying: pain au raisins (from my corner bakery, bien sur)…
Of all the wondrous things to do in Paris this summer (eat duck fat fries, ride bikes, drink champagne), I keep finding myself back at the fête foraine in the Jardin de Tuileries. Why? Well, it could be the kitschy rides and alluring smell of barbe à papa. It might be that I have a…
My blog has recently popped up in the results for the following google searches: spandex pants boob vocabs naked french guy Now if that isn’t a ringing endorsement for the material on UnlikelyDiplomat, I don’t know what is! But I can’t help but wonder – What kind of person is searching for “boob vocabs?” And did…
Even on a cold rainy night, you make my heart skip a beat. And put a kink in my neck. Things I Love
So you know when you eat something just so utterly delicious, so extraordinarily drool-worthy, so flipping awesomely good that you really just can’t find the words to describe it? Well, yeah. That’s an American problem apparently. Because here in France they have hands down one of the best sayings on the planet to describe that…
She’s no beach cruiser, but look at that basket! I’m so excited to start biking around Paris! Nevermind that I’ve been on a bike exactly 5 times since 1992. And I nearly killed myself hauling this one up the stairs. This is going to be awesome. Things I Loveweekend fun
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