City bike riding is one of my biggest fears. Always has been, always will be. So much so, that back in March when I came to Paris with my friends Lauren and Alex, they went on a bike tour of St. Germain without me. Not because I generally oppose tours. Because I was too scared to ride a bike. But…
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Paris has changed a lot in the past four years (despite what I say). I live in a new neighborhood, take a different metro line, and this weekend will face my fear of biking through the city (it is by far the cheapest form of transportation at 30€ per year). I used to get lost – a lot – but…
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Happy Friday, everyone! I am nearly settled into my new apartment and can’t wait to explore my neighborhood this weekend. But first, scenes from the opera house. Last night, I was lying on my yoga mat in the 1e arrondissement, miraculously not falling asleep during savasana despite nearly finishing the first week of classes. An opera singer was practicing a few…
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The first week in Paris is always the hardest. Well, for me at least. The packing, goodbyes, flying, getting to the city, lugging bags through the city, living in a hostel for an undisclosed amount of time, getting in fights at the bank (a true test of French fluency), and unpacking (finally) are enough to question why exactly you chose…
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One Sunday in Aix, I was doing my laundry at the cheapest lavérie in town, on Rue Boulegon. It was just a normal Sunday. As I walked down the street with my Ikea bag of half-damp clothes (dryers are expensive!), I ran into a tour group of elderly English people. Anyone who has ever lived in a city with tours knows…
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