So, here I am, sitting at the computer with a glass of wine, breaking my New Years resolution "to not drink at home alone" (maybe not a good one to admit, but oh well, its already broken). Rob had a business trip to Greece, so despite the fact that I have a fresh bag of vegetables from the CSA I am a part of, I just made myself a "dinner" of frozen spring rolls from Picard. While writing this, I am trying to reflect on the image I had of life in France before I moved here. It included designer fashion, champagne, croissants and culturally sophisticated people. However, after over a year of living here, I discovered I had it all wrong. The truth is that most French people actually shop at Zara and H&M (at least it seems like they are ALL there when I decide to go shopping) and even though they do eat croissants, you can just as easily buy them at a boulangerie as you can at Picard, the store that sells only frozen food where I am but one of millions of loyal customers. While I have to admit the French make much more of an effort to go to art exhibits and enrich themselves culturally, you can turn any corner in the city (indoors and out) and find someone publicly urinating. However, despite my previous complaining about some aspects of life in Paris, I must admit I have really grown to love it here.
So, here we go again Mr. Blog...we'll see how long this relationship lasts this time...
