French people are very illogical human beings. I know what I’m saying—I’m one of them.
Browsing: Snapshots of France
Walk down the streets of Nantes and you will notice the many English signs (because English sounds cool, right?) and the terrible double-entendre meaning.
I find that one of life’s greatest pleasures is the juxtaposition of contrasts that makes…
Spotting Mark at the playground is easy: he is the only kid who shouts “Oh, my GOD!” when he is annoyed, and “Oh, my GOODNESS!” when he is amazed.
“I don’t get it.”
“What don’t you get?”
“I… I don’t know. Is the artist making fun of China? Of the Western world?”
“Here is the deal: we are going to Préfailles and we will leave at 11:00 a.m. Disclaimer: I haven’t traveled with my parents since I was a kid, we’ve never been to Préfailles and we will most likely NOT leave at 11:00 a.m.”
On August 15, Catholics will celebrate the Assumption of Mary, and the rest of us will roam around the city, looking for that one opened bakery to buy a baguette.
With so many people out and about, you tend to overhear funny or weird snippets of conversation…
I grew up by the water—the Loire River and the Atlantic Ocean. This is my happy place.
It’s amazing how much these urban objects can tell about a culture. So today, no people… just ubiquitous and unsung pieces of the French urban landscape.
In Saint-Michel, the holy trinity of food is the Super U—the medium-size supermarket is open…
Saint-Michel-Chef-Chef is famous for its biscuiterie producing buttery galettes, the original cookie.
When I was in school, we often made of fun city kids who thought that fishes in the sea looked like the breaded Findus fish sticks they were being served at dinner.
Long after they left school and university, many French still refer to the two summer months as “les grandes vacances”, i.e. “the long holidays”, as if they could once again live worry-free from the end of June to late August.
At first glance, foreigners, especially North Americans, may think French are sullen and rude.
French playgrounds and Canadian playgrounds are quite different, and so are parenting styles.
All the stores were closed, only bars and restaurants were waiting for customers who were presumably still hiding from the rain somewhere. Small puddles had formed here and there and the pavement was shining wet.
For open, empty spaces, nothing beats Canada. However, for art and history, Europe is the place to be.
This morning, I queued for twenty minutes for two slices of ham.
Spoiler alert: there was no monster in the 13th-century Château d’Angers built by Louis IX of France.
The state of emergency was declared in the wake of the November 2015 attacks. I was scared of these three little words—what does it mean, exactly, to live under this state of emergency?
Traveling with Mark is undeniably easier now: no more milk bottles, no more diapers, fewer…
I’m not that enthusiastic about the elephant anymore because I’ve seen it way too many times, but I did want to check out the spider.