Single, living, loving. I believe it, live it, breathe it - it's one of my maxims, and it seems I like my things in threes (as does the universe). I'm hardly a romantic by conventional sense (Clueless is the only "chick flick" I've ever loved for the message is sweet: love starts with accepting all ... Read More
Madame G.
Reading all these stories and blogs of ex-pats in Paris have me yearning to return for an extended holiday and nostalgic with my own beginning into Francophilia. Grade six (junior high) was the first time I was given the freedom of choosing which foreign language I wanted to take; Spanish was ... Read More
American-Speak
Three years ago, I was in Paris. I saw beautiful things. Went to beautiful places. Had photoshoots in the Louvre, tried escargots (!), had my ego boosted by trilingual Frenchmen, walked (ran, actually) down all 1,665 steps of the Eiffel Tower, and saw this: Step Up 2, in American-Speak. But ... Read More