The other day I alluded to my first visit to the post office, which only required that I find the right mailbox for a pre-paid envelope. Well, I had to go back to la poste this week to buy postage for two postcards, and that was a little more involved. When I got there, there was a line … Continue reading The Poste Post
We went to the Musée d'Orsay on Sunday and saw this masterpiece: It looks like the artist decided to quit while he was a head. Nobody disagrees.
The central tenet of life abroad, I've decided, is a little thing I call the "Rule of Three." Every single thing you do takes three times as long, costs three times as much, and brings three times the stress that it would at home. And at the end of the day, you are one-third as … Continue reading Allô? Does this téléphone work?
Although I've only written about Paris so far, this yearlong adventure really began in mid-January with a trip to London. Yes, we flew from Boston to London, back to Boston, and then to Paris, all in the span of three weeks. The trip totally messed with our circadian rhythms. As crazy as it sounds, the … Continue reading London
I've officially lived in France for one week! Most of that week passed in a fog of jet lag, but I think I've finally adjusted—although, funnily enough, until last night I thought that Paris was five hours ahead of Boston. Turns out, it's six. Who knew?! Good thing I didn't try to call you in … Continue reading Let’s back it up a step…
Before we moved here, everyone told us how mild Paris winters would be. “It almost never snows,” said a friend who lived here five years ago. “It snowed about an inch one winter when we were there, and everyone went crazy!” Imagine the Parisians’ delight, then, when it snowed all day Tuesday into Wednesday morning … Continue reading Snow
Last night, Colin and I were looking for a place to eat dinner at the ungodly-early-to-Parisians hour of 7:00 pm, and our options were limited. It was also snowing, which apparently hasn't happened in Paris in years. So, doing what every other cold, jet-lagged American tourist would do, we stopped at the first restaurant that … Continue reading Andouillette
It feels like a week has passed since Saturday, but my calendar assures me that it's actually only been two days. In any case, we're here! I've become so accustomed to the frustrations of international flights that I expected the hard part of our trip to be on the French side. Luckily, our arrival here … Continue reading Day 1, or is it 2? (Thanks, jet lag.)
Well, here we are, friends. After months of anticipation, our duffle bags are packed, our visas are stamped, and our French language podcasts are piling up like tourists waiting to see the Eiffel Tower. All that is to say, ready or not, we're going to Paris! Allons y, I believe they say. It's a terrifying, … Continue reading Le Debut