lapetitecalfornienne.com blog: La Petite Californienne is a former L.A. girl turned (somewhat) Parisian. She writes about her interesting cultural exchanges/clashes in the City of Light. In this blog, you'll discover adventures in Paris and L.A., French recipes, French beauty tips, philosophical thoughts on the weather, and je ne sais quoi. If you really want to be Parisian, the first step is to master the look of death on the metro. The next step is to learn how to enjoy an entire bottle of red wine by the Seine. Read on for more...
After spending some relaxing time in the South of France and doing a lot of nothing the past week or two, I’m coming out of my cave to wish you all a Happy New Year! I’m also writing to finally write about the process of trying to have a wedding in France, not as a destination wedding, but as part of my life, love, and immigration to France.
Obviously, this is not going to be the only post of what is about to be one of the biggest days of my life. And why a fish picture? Is it an analogy that I’ve caught my special fish in a big, big ocean? The only one for me? Obviously, that’s a yes.
A lot of people back home still don't believe I actually live in Paris even though it's been three long years for me. The inquiries usually catch me off guard... "Daisy, do you really live in Paris? What have you been doing the past few years?"
Today, I wanted to share with you some amazing storytellers. Most are French-based, so you’ll get a lot of the insight into French life that I inspire to write here. Some are friends, some are idols. I hope you visit them and love them just like I do.
Many of the incidents occurred just 5 minutes away from our apartment. All night we heard ambulances rushing to rescue those who had fallen. Luckily, none of our friends were killed but we heard about friends of friends who died. Today has been the most quiet day I've ever experienced here, more quiet than the Charlie Hebdo shooting-- another deep wound we bear. We are still unsure whether or not the city is safe and secure. We are damaged, traumatized, but we resist being afraid.
In America, I never acquired a real taste for fruits and vegetables. Rather, I didn’t know that they could taste good. I knew you had to eat vegetables to be healthier, but that was it. Most supermarket vegetables are terrible, tasteless mysteries probably manufactured in a lab. Worst of all, fresh fruits and vegetables in America are very expensive. It is much cheaper to buy a Big Mac than a bunch of carrots. Going to the farmer’s markets was even more depressing for me. It was impossible to get farm fresh vegetables at an affordable price every week. And forget Whole Foods! I wasn’t motivated to cook and I had given up trying to eat healthier.