Happy International Women’s Day! This morning, I dragged myself into the office a whole thirty minutes early to join my colleagues in a celebratory breakfast and it was great to see the room packed with a healthy mix of both men and women, many wearing purple in honour of the occasion. For my part, I... Continue Reading →
Hostess With The Mostest – Or Trying Anyway (Part 2/2)
So, to pick up where I left off (Part 1 here) with regards to the previous weekend, Sunday last dawned bright and sunny, another beautifully-blue-skied-but-bitterly-cold sort of day. Our little party headed out with the intention of picking up breakfast as we went, but alas, the queue for ‘my’ boulangerie was the longest I’d seen... Continue Reading →
Sunday: Day Of Rest & Uncertain Shopping Hours
I was going to continue immediately on from my previous post and I did start to write “Part 2” (which I will finish and post at some point), but it ended up featuring this massive digression in the middle (so unlike me, I know) and it got to the point where I decided that the... Continue Reading →
Hostess With The Mostest – Or Trying, Anyway (Part 1/2)
This weekend, I had friends come to stay for the first time since moving to my new place and it was wonderful. The couple in question are fellow foodies (the best kind of friends) and accordingly, much of the weekend was spent savouring Paris/France’s many culinary delights. This meant kicking the weekend off with a... Continue Reading →
A Matter Of Time
Well, it happened. It was always a matter of time really; one of those things that you hope will remain a feature of the anecdotes of others, but deep down, you know is coming for you sooner or later. It doesn’t matter what you do, or don’t do, and it certainly doesn’t matter who you... Continue Reading →
“Saturday Night Roast” Doesn’t Have The Same Ring To It (or My First Soirée)
Following my previous post about the Saturday just gone, I’m now going to jump back to the previous Saturday. You’ll have to forgive the appalling lack of chronology. So, on Saturday evening a week and a half ago, I hosted my first soirée. Admittedly, with a party of three (including myself and my “co-host”) it... Continue Reading →
What Woman Hath The Power To Resist Warm Bread?
Well, the weekend did not disappoint weather-wise, continuing on exactly as Friday had given Paris reason to hope it might. Saturday dawned optimistically bright and developed into the most gloriously sunny afternoon. It was cold, but fresh, with the tangible promise of spring in the scent of the air and the quality of the light,... Continue Reading →
Not Getting Rid Of Me That Easily, Paris
Today is a good day. Not only is it Friday, and a sunny Friday at that; today also marks four months since I started my job in Paris. This doesn’t sound like much of a milestone, I realise – but the significance of this four-month-anniversary is that it marks THE END OF JOB PROBATION. That’s... Continue Reading →
Plot Twist de Saint Valentin
In the spirit of the occasion, I thought it was high time I made a confession of sorts. Contrary to the impression you may or may not have gained from my blog thus far, this anglaise is not, in fact, a lone adventurer. *Cue dramatic music.* Not on these particular adventures, anyhow. No, there is,... Continue Reading →
Mardi Gras!
Happy Mardi Gras! And it’s certainly gotten off to a happy start – in honour of the date, my colleagues and I gathered this morning to enjoy a communal breakfast of light, sweet chouquettes and fresh brioche, one dotted with raisins, the other with chocolate chips, and both still deliciously warm from the boulangerie. Mardi... Continue Reading →
Adventures of an Anglaise 