Category Archives: How to live in Paris

How Do You Know It’s Summer in Paris?

Summer finally arrived in Paris at the end of June. After freezing for more months than I care to remember and drowning in more months of rain, I emerged to notice the signs that tell me Paris and summer have again met. From arrondissement to arrondissement, from person to person, these signs will differ. I see my Paris as I do. It's not always pretty. It's definitely not perfect. It has to be seen with some amusement and sometimes you just have to think *'C'est la vie'. (more…)
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Winter? Says Who?

It's zero degrees today in Paris. Zero. Nought. Nothing. Stick your hand in your freezer and it's colder than that degrees.  What has the world come to that I've chosen to do this to myself?

As it's been so long since I've been in Australia, I've become as brainwashed as all those Europeans. They all think, thanks to Tourism Australia's award winning ads, that every day in Australia is full of brilliant sunshine, clear blue skies and golden tanned people with bright smiles flicking back sun bleached locks over beer and chips. So I now lay in bed at night, thankfully as snug as a bug in a rug, dreaming about the sun beating down on my body, warming my actual bones - of a country where every day is bliss.

Speaking of being deluded, I've always said people who went skiing were a bit mental. 'Why would a human voluntarily choose to go and get cold?', I'd say in disbelief when someone excitedly told me they were off to hit the slopes, allegedly to have fun. (more…)
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The Challenge of Comfort

I think it's important to set challenges for yourself in life. Some would suggest my disability is challenge enough for me, but remember, I didn't choose that one.  So, off I trotted to live in Paris. There's lots of challenges there I thought! Language, culture, food ... and as someone said to me recently, it's hard work even moving to a country that speaks the same language.

However, like everything in life that you do or whatever situation you are in, eventually you start to normalise even the most challenging of challenges. It's a coping mechanism. It's not possible to live in a heightened state of tension all the time. (more…)
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Bonne Année!

The French say Happy New Year (Bonne Année) all of January. It's only the 4th and I've bonne année'd and been bonne année'd at so many times these past few days that I'm exhausted!

[caption id="attachment_1231" align="alignleft" width="300"]January is a celebratory month in France January is a celebratory month in France[/caption] New Years Day. As most of Paris was waking up bleary-eyed with a hangover, I was pretty much the only customer in the supermarket. I was alcohol free as I prefer to start the year off feeling great. And smug. Anyway, since the staff were restocking, every time I went down an aisle someone was there to offer help. It became rather funny as I barely looked at an item and someone appeared like magic beside me. (more…)
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