Coffee in Paris: meet Tom Clark of Coutume
What do you think of the revolution of coffee in Paris?
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05, 2015
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05, 2015
My French Melbourne: France beyond the cliché at Le Jolie Café
While the native French community in the suburb of Pascoe Vale may be limited, residents Kathleen and Guy Trinquet see it as their moment to shine with their little slice of Parisian heaven, the chic new Le Jolie Café.
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04, 2015
You know you’re becoming more French when…
Here are 30 ways you'll know...
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04, 2015
30 signes qui prouvent que vous devenez de plus en plus Français
Sans plus de cérémonie, voici 30 signes qui prouvent que vous devenez de plus en plus Français ou Française
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04, 2015
Entrepreneurs in Paris: meet Sandrine Benattar of Soleilles Cowork
Sandrine explains that pragmatism is the best ally for a female entrepreneur as she makes her way to the top of the co-working space idea in Paris.
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03, 2015
Be inspired by entrepreneur and designer Kasia Dietz
Understanding how to be an entrepreneur may be easy, but how about breaking into a new culture and environment as an outsider? Not so much...
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03, 2015
Talking French film fascination with SBS French’s Christophe Mallet
Do you agree with Christophe, who thinks French Films are edgy and refreshingly different to American which seem pre-manufactured by comparison? Find out more...
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04, 2012
I don’t love all things French
If you come to France with the romantic notion that life will be perfect, you won’t last. But if you come expecting the good and the bad, you might just never leave.
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03, 2012
Blasting your way to discovering the secrets of old French houses
When we bought our first house in France it had the lovely old oak beams I’d always dreamed of; however, they were covered in nearly two centuries worth of soot and grime. I spent hours trying to scrub them clean... If only I’d known about Julie and Graham and the wonders of sandblasting...
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03, 2012
Watch your step
The first time I stepped in one of those foul little presents, I was with my host family, returning to the car after a lovely dinner. I was fifteen, and still a little naïve. My shiny purple Dr Marten boots were brand new, and I was utterly horrified to have soiled them.
