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

Squeaky snow washes away dirty Paris

Stepping onto French snow in my ski boots for the first time, I heard the snow squeak. Coming from Australia, my skis had only experienced icy slopes or soggy snow hiding rocks underneath. Powdery, dry snow that squeaked was a new sensation, and I fell in love with the rugged beauty of the French Alps and the amazing postcard-blue sky that was such a rare event in the Snowy Mountain range of home.



I am not a Francophile, but...

As a child, I did not dress up in a beret, watch old French movies or dream of walking along the Seine with a baguette in hand. Like many Americans, I spent my youth learning Spanish and enjoyed a semester of college 'studying' abroad in Barcelona. That was when I fell in love with Europe - but not necessarily France...