Humans are, at heart, creatures of habit. Even in a big, bustling city like Paris your day-to-day life quickly becomes fairly predictable (although mine is admittedly more “eat, (drink), pray, love” than “métro, boulot, dodo“). Take...
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Dogs have always been cool in Paris (nothing says fashion quite like a french bully). Now, it appears, dogs are hot. Until recently, Le Mosaique in the Marais, the long-standing red and white tiled,...
Read More →There are some words in French that I really like, for example the word ‘hebdomadaire’ (weekly) which rolls off the tongue with an authoritative ring, and then there is the almost onomatopoeic ‘piquant’ (spicy)...
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