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.
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, itโs more of a gradual process than an overnight kinda thing. Who... Continue Reading →
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 →
Sail away on The Starless Sea
"It drew my eye from across the room โ tugging at my attention before Iโd even properly registered its presence, like a beautiful stranger in a bar. I wasnโt wrong to judge this particular book by its cover: the cadence of the words inside captured my interest from โ and I mean this literally โ the very first page. They had a gorgeously, subtly poetic quality. It was intoxicating. I was, immediately, intoxicated."
Lyonnais Love Affair (Part 1/2)
Surprise, surprise, Iโm writing this blog post on a train - speeding through the French countryside, direction Paris, somewhere in the vague vicinity of Dijon. Itโs a perfect โgolden hourโ, the rolling wheat fields and villages of tiny terracotta-roofed cottages bathed in the gorgeous glow of the setting sun. Iโm 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 โanglaiseโ being the French word for English girl/woman. But in truth, Iโm actually half โanglaiseโ and half โirlandaiseโ, and although I've never lived in Ireland, Iโve always identified very closely with that side of my nationality/heritage. Itโs not particularly surprising,... 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 →
Anglaise vs. Eos: Seine-side Sunrise
You'll have to excuse the geeky Greek mythology reference in the title; strange though it may seem, Classics grads don't get to use their degrees too often in real life. If you're not into slightly obscure deities from ancient cultures (though I find it hard to imagine why anyone wouldn't be), Eos is the Greek... Continue Reading →
Oh Crรชpe!
Joyeuse Chandeleur ! Nope, that's not a real greeting in French, I just made it up โ but any day consecrated to the consumption of crรชpes is worthy of one, in my humble opinion. And Chandeleur is exactly that. More or less. It falls on the 2nd February every year, 40 days after Christmas. The... Continue Reading →
