Hey mes petits dreamers,

Today I discovered le shopping aux abbesses and realized I need to learn French.  ASAP!

I went to have a nosy around the back streets of the Abbesses neighborhood, hearing that it had many weird and wonderful vintage boutiques and concept stores.

After a few hours of strolling I felt peckish, so I sat down at a nearby terrace.  Eventually the waiter arrived and handed me la carte – or what us English speakers call ‘the menu.’  “Merci,” I said.

The waiter left for a while and eventually reappeared.  “Bonjour.”  “Bonjour,” he replied.  He then proceeded to speak in French and I quickly interrupted, “Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t speak French.”  He rolled his eyes, “Non, français”?  I politely replied, “No, not yet,” and smiled thinking that would soften the judgment.  It didn’t.

I proceeded to fumble through my order trying to pronounce the names.  I eventually ended up just pointing at what I wanted, apologizing, and uttering a quiet “Merci beaucoup.”

At this point I chuckled to myself, remembering the words of one travel blogger who recently wrote, “Paris: it’s the only place I’ve ever lived in, where my attempts to speak the language were met with grimaces,” and that “Parisians were the devil’s minions.”  The devils minions?  That’s a bit harsh, and I obviously don’t agree, as everyone has been extremely accommodating with me thus far – lack of French fluency and all.  However, the writer’s extreme opinion still made me laugh at the time – we’re all allowed to have one.  I’m sure, however, that both my waiter and the blogger were just having an off day. 😉

When I decided to come to Paris, it was a last minute decision.  It wasn’t really planned so, in regard to not speaking French, I had an, “I’ll figure it out when I get there” attitude.  The waiter giving me a bit of attitude today was great.  It was the perfect wake-up call.  Now I’m living in Paris.  It’s time to pull my finger out and look into getting some French lessons!

Knowing myself, this will be no easy feat, but you gotta start somewhere right?

Still getting lost in the right direction.




 Not sure about the combo but, fun none the less.


 My fav shop so far


 French kiss.


 You can look but you can’t touch.


Nothing to see here.


I only stand in front of a wall if I’m color coordinated.


 Except here.


 Oh and here.


Not usually one to follow the crowd. But I couldn’t resist.


Dream up!