Anecdotes of an English expat finding her feet in Paris, City of Lights & Love
Joyeuses Pâques! A little late, I know - but as I hope most people were, I was somewhat busy with general Easter merriment over the weekend, and blogging just had to wait. Sorry! Anyway, I hope it isn’t too late for you to be interested in reading about French Easter tradition, because that is what... Continue Reading →
Spring has sprung in Paris! We might have had snow less than a fortnight ago, but this Sunday afternoon, the temperature in the city reached a glorious EIGHTEEN DEGREES C. That’s right: 1-8. Now, this may or may not be remarkable by local standards, but for someone who has spent their twenty-something years living in... Continue Reading →
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 of four headed out with the intention of picking up breakfast as we went, but alas, the queue for ‘my’ boulangerie was the longest... Continue Reading →
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 →
Okay, I promise this is the last of the cheesy Christmas song post titles. BUT the walk to work this morning was like journeying through something of a winter wonderland and I just wanted to share a couple of the photos I took along the way. I was never getting to work on time anyway, ploughing through... Continue Reading →
My delight with yesterday’s snow ("Let It Snow") was short-lived: the walk to work either side of the metro this morning was enough to see to that. It has been snowing all day without reprieve, but none of those lovely big fluffy flakes today; instead it’s been hours on end of that fine stuff that... Continue Reading →
Il neige!! Or at least, it did this morning: big, fluffy clumps of white flurrying past the window for a whole three hours or so. It was a beautiful sight from my sixth-floor apartment. I love the view from my windows anyway - the blue-grey rooftops and terracotta chimney pots are about as typically ‘Paris’... Continue Reading →
I met up with my French friend earlier this week - incidentally, the sole Paris inhabitant I knew before I arrived. He’s not actually from Paris, rather he hails from Renne in Brittany; an anchor tattooed onto his ankle represents his Breton roots. I’ve teased him more than once for being a walking cliché when... Continue Reading →
And so we return once more to the saga of my arrival à Paris, one Airbnb and two hotels down, and three Airbnbs - and five weeks - to go. Good grief, I feel worn out just thinking about it again. I had enjoyed something of a respite after the 'Experience' that was hotel no.... Continue Reading →
