I Prefer to Dress Like a Hobo

*Originally written in 2016* Today I was reminded why it is best, as a human of the female variety, to dress like a hobo when venturing out into the Parisian urban jungle. Well, at least in my neighbourhood. I recently bought a jacket, a sweater, and two pairs of jeans. I decided to wear this... Continue Reading →

That Day I Got Attacked

So much for feeling relatively safe in my neighbourhood despite its "charms"... I was walking home from the metro station, and was very close to my house. I felt someone behind me, but he crossed the street to his friend. They talked for a moment, and then split off. I remember thinking it was very... Continue Reading →

Protest or Art?

I'm living in the 18th arrondisment in Paris. It's definitely not the best neighbourhood, but not the worst either. The streets generally smell like piss despite there being FREE public toilets set up for use. There are at least two tent cities within 5 blocks of my house that I've noticed. There is garbage everywhere,... Continue Reading →

Failing at Living Abroad

This is my second time living abroad this year. I spent 4 months earlier this year in London while studying. I loved the course I was taking, but it took a long time for London to grow on me. Now I'm in Paris, taking yet another course, but unfortunately it's not going as planned. I... Continue Reading →

France Day 12 – WEG (Caen)

I'm usually interested in saving money. My traveling companion had booked the trip to France through Equestrian Escapes. Apparently it was about half the cost to book through this UK company than to book a trip from a Canadian company. The great thing about booking through a travel company is that they provide all the... Continue Reading →

France Day 10 – Bayeux

It's amazing how much I don't remember when there isn't something to jog my memory. Although this was the first day that we had tickets for the World Equestrian Games, my traveling companion had no interest in going because it was the first of two days for the qualifying rounds. I don't care enough about... Continue Reading →

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