Kristie In Paris

I just gathered up all my little scrap pieces of paper that I use to jot down notes when inspiration strikes me (usually when I’m sitting in a cafe and watching the world go by – is there a better way to be inspired to write?)

Turns out I’ve got a heap of stuff written on [...]

All cars registered in countries in the European Union have a similar number combination on their number plates.

They usually have a blue section on the left, with the EU circle of yellow stars and a letter to indicate the country. So for France, there is an “F”, Germany is “D” (Deutschland), I is for Italy [...]

Today I had my 3rd ever job interview in French.

To those people who are fluent in French, it’s like, yeah, whatever.

But for me, it’s the achievement of a dream that I never thought would come true.

And to add a delicious layer of icing on top – the interview was held over the phone, on a [...]

One of the brilliant things about being an ex-pat in Paris is that there is an ex-pat Australian group (on the “meetup” website) that keeps you connected to your homeland (Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oi Oi Oi!).

So while reviewing the recent posts on the Aussies in Paris site, I came across a post that was about [...]

I came to Paris to live and work.

These are, actually 2 separate “work-streams” if you like. Each one requires it’s own project plan and sufficient focus.

I attacked both with the vigour and naivety of someone intoxicated by love.

The “live” part has been somewhat successful: I have a fantastic Frenchman by my side, I have my [...]

My result? FAIL.

There should be a picture of me on Fail.com.

There are several tests regarding baguettes in order to determine whether you are REALLY French or just a tourist. I have failed all of the tests presented to me so far. I am sure to fail more in the future.

Welcome to my life in France.

My [...]

I held off announcing that I had been romancing with a Frenchman. I did it for lots of reasons. I’ll explain.

But lets start at the beginning…..

On one of my solo trips to Paris years ago, I stumbled upon a street in Le Marais (a district of Paris) called “Rue des Archives”. It had 4 or [...]