Bienvenue chez nous! When people hear that I've moved to France, their first question is usually whether I speak French (un peu). Their second question is where I'm living (le Marais). But once they hear that this dream life comes with an 18-square-meter apartment, their reaction usually shifts to laughter, horror, or both. Even the Europeans … Continue reading House tour
Tiny House
Let’s back it up a step…
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…
Practice Makes Parfait 