Weekend Report
You can’t break up with someone you were never with in the first place, but if you could, I’d be breaking up with Date #17. It…
Too Many Texts
I’ve received another letter. This time, it’s not a love letter but rather an email from my younger brother who, for whatever reason, monitors our collective…
Bemused upon the Bus
Whilst schlepping from one time zone to another, there comes a time when you need to stop, take stock of your growing laundry pile and Do…
When Dealing with Americans Abroad
What is it with Americans abroad? One of my favorite games to play when travelling internationally is Guess That Person’s Nationality. In order to be any…
Troubles in the Traboules
Only in France would an otherwise sane individual attempt to descend the Montée de la Grande Côte in heels. And only in France would she manage.…
The Kindness of (Handsome French) Strangers
French people, for whatever reason, have a bad rep in the US (oh right, now I remember: they refused to help us ‘liberate’ Iraq. They eat…
London, Lyon and Lingerie
After a weekend of Quaker shenanigans and an evening at the London Tap Jam, I’ve arrived in France. My suitcase, unfortunately, has not. The good thing…
Off to Europe
Of course, the novelty of rain may wear off once I’m back in the UK but that’s a risk I’m more than happy to take.
Fieldwork in Stilettos 