January 19, 2016
Life In Paris
We've been living in Paris full time for three months now (after my 1.5 years of commuting from Normandy), and I have a few observations to make:
There is a lot of dust.
And I mean a lot! I thought that living in the country, surrounded by vineyards and la garrigue would mean serious dust, but the Minervois has absolutely nothing on Paris. Our vacuum cleaner is getting quite the work out.
That's all I need to say about that.
Watching the Eiffel Tower sparkle every night makes me happy.
Yes, we have that cliché "American in Paris" view. Which, as it turns out, is fabulous.
I never thought I could be such a sap.
Pedestrians are cocky.
They walk right up to you and expect you to move out of their way. They step out in the middle of the street in front of oncoming traffic. They ignore the "Don't Walk" sign. They're lucky they're still alive.
Access to such an abundance of ingredients from around the world amazes me.
Spend 12+ years living in rural France and you'll know what I mean.
The level of English spoken here means that my French is suffering.
Again, spend 12+ years living in rural France and you'll know what I mean.
The wine selection could be better.
There are some good shops scattered around town, but why is there so much attachment to Bordeaux? Seriously? My dear Parisians, time for you to branch out and explore some of the lesser known French wine making regions. You'll be happy that you did.
La Poste lies.
Constantly and consistently.
The people are lovely.
You've all heard the stereotypes and I've touched on this subject before...I don't care what some people say, we have found it easy to get "in" with the local shopkeepers, restaurant owners, etc. Of course there are jerks in Paris, it's a big city after all. That's life.
And life in Paris is pretty damn good.