definitely probably lactose intolerant and there are between 350 to 400 reasons why I don’t care (currently writing this with the aid of Roquefort).
2. Black, navy, a red lip and more black are worn as much as they say. Jane Birkin, Brigitte Bardot and Carine Roitfeld are just three reasons why the system works.
3. Sun + wine + saucisson + tes potes + form of waterside = the most pleasing and cost-effective way to spend an evening in Paris.
4. Socially speaking, expect a laissez-faire attitude towards time-keeping.
Party with a 8.30pm kickoff? Here’s how it goes down.
First come the English (8.31pm), then the Australians (about 9.30pm), then the English who’ve studied in Paris for 3+ years (10.45pm), and then the French (11.15pm).
Goes against all natural instincts but I’m slowly learning to make myself late.
5. When I find a sentence particularly strugglesome, even les français admit that their language is difficult. Which would be a comforting if not typically followed by “but English is just so much simpler”.
8. France = paperwork. It’s taken a year of form-gathering and persistant phone-calling to get a social security number. Now, I’m officially allowed to send more paperwork to more places!
9. To never, EVER, do the following.
Ripping off the opposing end of an already broken baguette which resulted in genuine looks of horror. I was told by my French cohort that this was forbidden, out of respect for the bread. When you make the best in the world, respect is necessary.
10. Which brings me to… Any time is a good time to talk about food. Especially when you’re eating food. Scoffing cheese while reminiscing about another great cheese you ate the week before is totally normal. I’m doing it right now.Photos via Pinterest: 1 & 2