As expected, you go through an adjustment period when you are expatriated. You follow certain steps, if you will. First, it’s Excitement. You can’t wait to get there! The visa takes too long! Where the hell is my plane ticket? My bags are packed! Damn this traffic to the airport! Then, it’s Discovery. The airport…
Read More
In winter, there are lots of days when you wake up to: rain, dark clouds, snow, snow turning into rain (the most irritating thing ever), slush, or more rain. Add to that temperatures with a negative symbol preceding the number. Or a zero, if you’re lucky. Winter breeds laziness and makes you hide under the…
Read More
The website of My Bloody Valentine crashed last night after they announced that they’d be releasing their new album in the following hours. I was up till 2 am, absolutely freaking out, until I got the copy. And so, 22 years after the release of Loveless, the band of my heart, whose songs have accompanied me to so…
Read More
This (snowy) weekend’s line-up: roaming around Paris, dodging snowballs, long and lazy brunches, and a visit to the Albert Kahn Gardens. Paris has succumbed to snow that sticks and everything is so beautiful! Everything is gorgeous and white and quiet, and apparently all it takes to see a genuine smile on a Parisian’s face is…
Read More
Paris was in a horrible mood this weekend. When you have to turn on the lights at 8:30 am because of the drab and grey skies outside, you know it’s going to be a bad day. But it’s 2013; the year just started, and I wasn’t going to let an overcast sky hold me hostage…
Read More
I am not made for the country; I’m a city girl, through and through. I think I have a problem with serenity, because after several days of calm and silence I start to feel queasy. There’s too much pressure to relax, and no excuse to feel angsty because everything’s so peaceful. I do know the…
Read More
Doomsday believers may be halfway to the French Pyrenees as we speak. Probably lugging their precious possessions with them as they make their way to the little village named Bugarach, the only place to be spared in this coming Friday’s apocalypse, thanks to the aliens believed to be living in its central cavity. How does…
Read More
… where I cross the entirety of Paris to get to La Fleche d’Or. It’s freezing cold, even with my sheepskin gloves and my thickest scarf on. I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m in a skirt and normal, non-thermal tights? (Fucking idiot.) But anyway. I procrastinate as long as I can, meeting friends for…
Read More