There’s no place like home: Embracing expat otherness

I have lived in Paris for almost exactly 8 years, and whilst itโ€™s fair to say Iโ€™ve long since been pretty damn parisienne, Iโ€™m clearly not โ€“ nor will I ever be โ€“ French. Iโ€™m very comfortable in this country; more at home than Iโ€™ve 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 donโ€™t have the references of a native franรงaise, having neither been raised in France, nor by French parents.

Thirty life lessons learned by 30

The first year of my thirties is rapidly nearing its conclusion (hello, 31) and I have to say, the experience of moving into this new decade has, in and of itself, been pretty anticlimactic. Turns out, aging, accruing life experience, all that jazz, itโ€™s more of a gradual process than an overnight kinda thing. Who... 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 →

A Certain Je Ne Sais Croissant

I've spent the last couple of hours raving to various friends, colleagues and whoever cares enough to watch my Stories on Instagram about the croissant I had this morning, and it's not enough. Must. Enthuse. More. So here is a quick (by my standards) blog about my breakfast. On y va. The day dawned bright... Continue Reading →

Lyonnais Love Affair (Part 1/2)

Surprise, surprise, Iโ€™m writing this blog post on a train - speeding through the French countryside, direction Paris, somewhere in the vague vicinity of Dijon. Itโ€™s a perfect โ€œgolden hourโ€, the rolling wheat fields and villages of tiny terracotta-roofed cottages bathed in the gorgeous glow of the setting sun. Iโ€™m reminded of how much I... Continue Reading →

Identity of an Anglaise: “British, BUT-“

As you are quite likely aware, this blog is called Adventures of an Anglaise โ€” โ€œanglaiseโ€ being the French word for English girl/woman. But in truth, Iโ€™m actually half โ€œanglaiseโ€ and half โ€œirlandaiseโ€, and although I've never lived in Ireland, Iโ€™ve always identified very closely with that side of my nationality/heritage. Itโ€™s not particularly surprising,... Continue Reading →

2022: Time to Invest in You

Bonne annรฉe !  Itโ€™s a funny one, this year, isnโ€™t it? Just about this time last year, the world couldnโ€™t wait to see the back of 2020, certain that its successor could only be better, sure that we were finally getting shot of C Who Must Not Be Named. We all hugged and hurrayed with... 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 werenโ€™t 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 →

Paris is Open

Three years ago, I wrote a blog post entitled Paris is Closed. It was about how, every year, half the city packs up and migrates South (or abroad) for the summer - much like a flock of impeccably dressed birds - and, consequently, a lot of independent shops and restaurants close for several weeks. As... Continue Reading →

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