I have never claimed my Frenchness as a badge of honor, but I discovered I had a secret weapon when I left Paris in 2000 to live abroad. In South Korea, everything French (the people, the language, the food and wine, the fashion…) was very popular. People found our accent ‘cute’. Our fractured English, riddled … More French Women Don’t Get Fat…& Other Myths
The old man, at the corner of Madison and 76th, was oblivious to the cars honking and the pedestrians rushing home in the drizzle of the early evening. He stood still, staring at the red and white demolition sign screaming “DANGER, KEEP OUT.” This intrusive, ugly sign was ordering him, Felix Menochon, to keep out … More Keep Out!
Paris, 1999. My husband and I are having dinner at Spoon, one of Alain Ducasse’s restaurants near the Champs Elysees. Tom has a big announcement to make and is clearly excited. Tom: I got a job offer, you’ll never guess where! Me: …(I never did so fast forward…) Tom: Seoul, Korea! Me: …? Seoul, 2000. … More Food…glorious food. An expat’s musings.