...champagne on the balcony with the Le Tour Eiffel peeking at you from behind those trees. I want to go back. Maintenant. (Now.) Bon Tuesday. (p.s..: I have a whole board on Pinterest called "Meanwhile, in Paris". Feel free to follow. Click up top on the social media links and you're there.)
If you've been here for a while or recently stopped by to take a look at my little corner of the Internet, you know that I am Ghana-born, partially Ghana-raised, birthed by a Ghanaian woman and man, product of Ghanaian ancestry. Honestly, I've never wondered if there was anything else in my blood. I just [...]
Three days, huh? Let's investigate my brief Blogvember absence. I took walks and got in some great steps. I hung up new artwork for l'appartement. This lovely French sign means flower market. It's not particularly centered, but just take comfort that my use of a hammer (!!!!) didn't result in the loss of my [...]
...she has given me life. Liiiiife. Ride your vélo in those awesome heels, my lovely Parisienne. Rock your style. I love this. Happy Wednesday.
Went really French on you, didn't I? But you're used to that. Translated, it means my house and my job. Because, dear readers, after a month in my new surroundings, I'm happy to announce that I was recently hired at a new job and recently moved into my brand new apartment. We will pause for [...]
That's the name I've given my wig. SN: wigs are like sliced bread when it comes to my eternal love and devotion. I can slap a wig cap over my two-strand twists that I didn't feel like taking out--which is exactly what's going on as we e-speak--and transform my entire look for the day. Pretty [...]
...bow before your benevolent mistress. It was inevitable that I, a faithful lover of crêpes since my aunt introduced me to them when I was about six years old, would enjoy one of my favorite desserts in the country of its birth. I ate it in seconds, pausing only for one of my girls to snap [...]
I think this Parisienne embodies my future life in the City of Lights. In every way you can think of. Bursting with a thousand words, and I agree with every letter. Happy Friday, and bon weekend, mes amis.
...I don't know what it is about Parisian doors. Maybe it's the promise of all the macarons that await me inside? Could it be the handsome homme who awaits me inside, armed with the yummy crepes that he made me for brunch? Or maybe it's the lovely architecture of the les portes themselves, so artistic and majestic and ready to [...]
What drama, you ask? Nothing. But while touring the majestic palace one morning during our trip, I gazed at the staircase shown below... ...and imagined an opulently dressed daughter of a marquis fleeing down the stairs in order to avoid meeting the ancient, pockmarked duke her parents had betrothed her to. I saw the fear and panic [...]