What Paris Taught Me // 1


My first week here was surprisingly easier than I anticipated, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. I’d like to say I just floated into my Parisienne life with no troubles but I’m confident I’ve missed a few things along the way.

Here’s a short list of life lessons this week has taught me:

1. With my limited French, I can still, successfully, follow French reality TV such as wife swap and something that appears to be like Big Brother. I also already have my favourites and those I despise on each show therefore proving that reality TV will transcend all cultural boundaries (p.s my favourite is watching the voice over versions of The Real Housewives. The voice they assign to Vicki is the absolute best thing ever, especially when she yells)

2. My love of bread continues and I appreciate a country that also fosters this love of bread. In life you should never let cross-fit people convince you to give up your favourite things. High Five France!

3. If you walk into a restaurant or shop and bellow out the most confident “Bonjour!” you have within you, people will be nice to you and may mistake you for a local. Which leads me to point number 4…

4. I got asked if I was French from some tourists. This therefore proves without a doubt that one may appear to be a local if you forego the fanny pack and Nikon around the neck and just try to be normal

5. A bottle of pulp-free juice cost me more than a bottle of wine. Which, in my humble non-alcoholic opinion, is absurd yet amazing all at the same time. I feel like they get me here. And I like them too.


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  1. September 16, 2014 / 10:55 am

    Amen to the bread!! And also "forgo the fanny pack" = ha ha ha ha

  2. September 16, 2014 / 2:30 pm

    Nothing good can come from a fanny pack. Period.

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