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.
Our summer 2016 trip to France.
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.
When I was a kid, eating French fries—commonly known as the adjective-free noun “frites”—was a special treat.
Article views: 123 In Saint-Michel, the holy trinity of food is the Super U—the medium-size supermarket is open from 10 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. during the high season—the bakery and the weekly...
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...
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...
This year, I decided to try to renew my passport in France.
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?
Article views: 319 Travelling with Mark is undeniably easier now: no more milk bottles, no more diapers, fewer tantrums—he eats whatever is available, uses les toilettes (when we can find them!) and...
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.
Breton culture is taken seriously in Nantes , and so are festoù-noz "(Breton for "night festival"), a fun way to celebrate the regional identity.
I'm not sure when exactly I started to feel like one of those East India Company trading ships when traveling to France.
No one witnessed that perfect mother-and-son moment but I don't care. It's already stored into my forever-cool-moments-with-Mark database.
Bienvenue en France. The destination may be considered “glamorous” but my first stop after landing isn’t—I need to go to the restroom.