Pieces of Paris…
So the last time I posted was a pre Gilet Jaunes France. This is NOT a post about the Yellow Vest protests. This is me just playing catch up with the few readers I have left! (I’ve been soooooo inconsistent in posting ever since becoming a parent almost 4 years ago). But, c’est la vie…
Laundry, that bane of my existence. That chore that you always have to accomplish but is never finished. Bébé Chéri, the delight of my life, insists on « helping » me…what a little dear. Usually he unfolds whatever I have folded, but he does help carry the laundry to the machine, and quite proudly too. I made…
FIVE WEEKS. Five long weeks with a resin made « ball and chain » stretching from the start of my toes to just below my knee. Misery, you would think. And yes while it was cumbersome, and the novelty got old really fast, I like to look on the bright side and have decided to reflect on…
This was going to be a rant, but the situation became rather humorous to me, so I may include more dry irony than exclamation marks. Since we moved, I have been frequently ordering things for the new home (ie. furniture, decorative elements etc.) Getting them delivered has proved to be quite the hassle. At first…
I have been wanting to blog about this since we moved in last July. Before getting our keys we still hadn’t seen the basement, but we were told there was one. A commodity in a Parisian apartment rental. It’s an extra room to put things, since Parisian apartments are rather lacking in storage space. My…
Chéri and I had a fun intimate party for New Years Eve, at our place with Lisa of Ella Coquine with her chéri and our good friend Sophie. It was nice to just have a small group of good people gathered together to laugh, drink some bubbly, eat decadent delights and be silly until well…
In Paris, stores often add extra opening hours to their schedule so everyone can have more hours to spend their cash on their friends and loved ones for the holiday gift giving frenzy. But it never seems to be enough for this conflicted hallmark-holiday-poo-pooing population. I can’t even tell you how many French people have…
Post by Frank Cierpial In 2009 when I came to study abroad in Paris for the first time, I was ecstatic to see what treasures this city would hold for me to discover. On a show that I used to watch called “Bump” on LOGO (The LGBT channel in the United States), I discovered two…
Even after 11 years here, I can still find myself lost in translation. Seriously. Sometimes my colleagues will toss a joke or an idiom my way, and it flies waaaaay over my head. I don’t always almost never get the French punchline or the underlying meaning. But I always ask, because my fake pretend-I-get-it laugh…
I have been here in France for more than ten years now….and over that time I have learned a few things about phone calls and courtesy. Often times, foreigners (being one myself I can speak from experience) have a harder time communicating over the phone. Especially understanding the person on the other end of the…