Our dossiers are in order and we have several apartments to visit today. Grégoire and I waited outside our first potential home for our agent to arrive. He pulled up on a shiny black vespa and we marched up the five flights of stairs to the apartment. As we climbed I asked if this building is sans ascenseur? without an elevator? The man laughed and kept on climbing.
The goal of this blog is to document the joys and difficulties of marrying a Frenchman. Here you will find stories, musings and observations chronicling my time in here France. While I am a true Francophile, I am also an all American girl. My hope is that this blog will celebrate the differences in these two cultures without offending either one. Please feel free to comment, contribute or correct my spelling. Welcome! Bienvenue!
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