I think I could handle getting lost in a Parisian alley. “Macarons! Macarons!” I would cry out, which I’d like to think means “help me” in France.
when a Parisienne rides her bicycle…
...she looks like this. La vie Parisienne, indeed.
there is but one Paris…
"There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even-the French air clears up the brain and does good-a world of good." Vincent Van Gogh
kiss me like you mean it. (no, please don’t.)
When I arrived, I wanted to kiss the ground. Yet, I refrained. Possible hepatitis by way of the ground, even the French kind, is still hepatitis. Anyway. Other places I wanted to kiss, but didn't, because my rabid love of Paris didn't mean I was crazy: I wanted to kiss the triangle things at The …
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Lessons in Frenglish
Let me explain my relationship with the French language. In 7th grade, I was in a class called International Foreign Language, where we were basically given a smorgasbord of different languages and cultures to learn about. French, Spanish, German. Needless to say, I quickly fell in love with French. Can't really explain it; maybe it …
Meanwhile, on L’Avenue des Champs-Élysées…
See that grinning girl standing in front of the Arc de Triomphe? C'est moi. One of the best trips of all time. Off all time.
This Square Peg. 