How to live the French dream: Visit, move, live, study, work in France: Stories about frustrations, achievements & celebrations.

Paris in spite of myself

But Paris bided its time in the background. Paris waited for me to come to my senses. What did I know about the real Paris? After all I'd been a homesick 12-year-old the only time I'd seen her.

The road to Paris

En tous cas, I refuse to look through the rose-coloured glasses that so many expats in France love to wear. France is a great country but it's not all Ladurée macarons and walks along the Seine, en fait far from it. And for the record, I don't subscribe to the views that French women never get fat (they can and they do), that the French are all oh-so stylish (they're not – you only need to take the Metro to realise they’re clinging to and riding off an old reputation), and that you can never eat a bad meal (you can, just head to the Latin Quarter, it's inevitable).