“Pardon, monsieur. Vous habitez à Paris?”

I was walking to my stop at Porte Maillot to catch a metro to church on Sunday when the French couple approached me with the question in my title. “Uh. Non.” “Ok, merci.” “Bonne journée!” They were looking for directions. Hope they found where they were going. BUT WHO CARES?? THEY ASKED ME IF I … Continue reading →

Paris, Days 5-8: Sore feet, French keys, becoming confident

Where have I been the last few days? Then again, where have I not been? I will begin by saying that I have been living in one of the busiest and most beautiful cities in the world while also managing an enviable (but also incredibly busy and sometimes downright exhausting schedule.) Sometimes I sleep, but … Continue reading →