After more than a year in Paris (though our official expatriation anniversary is coming up on Tuesday), I have a certificate that says that I know fuck-all about the French language. (EU language competency levels are located here, for those not in the know) I’d have a celebratory beer (or even better, champagne), but I …
The French version of AT&T, Orange, shocked everybody involved and came through for us. Early. Let that sink in for a minute: the French version of AT&T had our line provisioned and the equipment in our hands a full ten days ahead of schedule. If I believed in Karma banks, I’d posit that our attempts …
The Arch is BEAUTIFUL. The gracefully billowing flag made me feel almost patriotic… if I were French.
The good news: I now have a phone. The bad news: it’s an iPhone. I would have preferred to stay on a Windows phone, but we’re going to be in an unfamiliar place for a year, and the lack of Paris metro, corporate travel, and native bank apps was worrisome enough for me to shell …
Beginnings are hard. The difficulty of a given beginning is complicated by the number of concurrent beginnings and their size; thus a new job with the same home is difficult, but manageable, as is a new home with the same job. Then there is changing both your job and your home (or even worse, your …
Fezzik In Paris 