Category: My Life in Paris

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

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

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

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

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

I first saw Notre Dame de Paris when I was 14 years old and it was love at first sight. I grew up in western

When I first moved to France, I didn’t know a single person in Paris and my French vocabulary consisted of “Bonjour” and “Merci.” Not exactly

Every February people tend to have love on the brain. Whether revelling in it or railing against it, it’s hard to deny that this month

January is not known to be the prime time for visiting Paris. It’s cold, it’s often rainy, and if it snows, it’s often accompanied by

Every year I promise myself that I won’t get all sappy and sentimental at the end of the year, and every year without fail I