"I am a writer and screenwriter from New York, currently living as a Parisian expat. I followed my romantic whims to the City of Lights to continue my writing and movie-making adventures, and dragged my poor puppy Moxie along for the ride. I also write my own blog, Jennyphoria,(Jennyphoria (noun) – the state of euphoria caused just by being me…) and my professional profile can be found onLinkedIn."
Last year, when the three-year visa I had hoped for turned into a one-year visa, I wrote an open letter to France, promising an artful seduction that, by the end of the year, would have her begging me to stay.
When the weather is warmer, there is plenty of room for outdoor picnicking, as well as two more outdoor gardens, Japanese and English. In the colder months, you can find tables inside the largest greenhouse for those who want to sit a while. You can also find birds and fish and turtles.
I think it’s this impression of the French I carry with me. While my parents had been scared and frantic, I had found fun kids to run around & play with, gone for a long walk and found a nice woman who took me in and gave me snacks.