Ten things about life in France that I will be happy to leave behind me
Getting ready to say “au revoir” has me reflecting on what I’ll dearly miss about France…and what I really, really won’t.
One of the funniest things I do on an almost daily basis is pronounce English words with a French accent so that French people will understand me.
This is a crash course in customer service philosophy across cultures.
French bureaucracy is all about jumping through hoops of seemingly arbitrary height and width.
Many Americans have a mental image of “French Life” that runs somewhere along these lines: smoking at outdoor café tables, bicycling alongside a river with a baguette under an arm, wearing scarves and generally looking “chic,” drinking wine while discussing culture and art. And of course, all of this takes place with the Eiffel Tower as backdrop,…
For how long can I intelligently examine and criticize a place I’ve abandoned from the inherent safety and ignorance of distance?
I never fully appreciated the legendary reliability of the American postal service until I lived in France.
How do you translate a personality?