I have lived in Paris for almost exactly 8 years, and whilst itโs fair to say Iโve long since been pretty damn parisienne, Iโm clearly not โ nor will I ever be โ French. Iโm very comfortable in this country; more at home than Iโve ever felt anywhere else; thoroughly assimilated in a culture that made more sense to me than the one I grew up in long before I even moved here. But I donโt have the references of a native franรงaise, having neither been raised in France, nor by French parents.
โFallโ in love with Paris in the autumn
Itโs the most wonderful time of the yeeeeaaarโฆ No, not Christmas, although thatโs getting alarmingly close. I'm talking about autumn. The air is crisp and tinged with that delicious dried-leaves smoky scent. The trees are resplendent in blazing reds and soft golds. Itโs cool enough to get cosy with jumpers and scarves and thick socks,... Continue Reading →
Paris has changed. So have I.
Last weekend marked my 7-year Paris-versary (pronounced Pareeversary, in case you were wondering). Seven whole years as a parisienne; seven whole years since I made my teenage pipe dream of living in France a reality. Seven years of grappling with the trials and tribulations of expat life and language barriers and bloody french bureaucracy. Seven... Continue Reading →
Under the Tuscan Sun: Anglaise in Italy
WELL. This anglaise has been having all kinds of adventures recently โ although for the most part, they werenโt occurring in Paris, or even France, so I initially decided against immortalising them in blog form. However, a good portion of those adventures took place in Tuscany, and I feel that the part of my heart/soul... Continue Reading →
