Doesn’t winter seem to drag on just a little too long? It’s always amazed me that the official season of winter starts December 21 and doesn’t end until March 20. It sure got cold WAY before December 21, so by now it’s like, let’s hurry this up and be spring already, right? Flowers blooming, couples holding hands strolling down the street, drinking mochachinos instead of hot chocolate.
But, since I live in
Paris, even this isn’t as enjoyable as it sounds. Don’t get me wrong - spring is still better than winter. But just a heads up for anyone planning a trip to the famed City of Lights, the weather is crap until June.
The kicker is that it looks good from your apartment - sunny, dry, fresh. So you leave the house in typical spring attire, happy to shed your coat and show off your chic Parisian wardrobe (or at least happy to shed the coat).
At first it feels fine, but by the time you’re just far enough away from home that you don’t want to turn back for a jacket, a gust of wind blows your skirt up and chills you to the bones.
You’d think I’d have learned my lesson after having lived in
Paris for 9 years. But then what would I write about?
If you’ve always dreamed of
Paris, but want to hear what it’s really like to live here, then you’ll enjoy my book. You’ll laugh, you’ll cringe, you’ll feel like popping open a bottle of bubbly right alongside me. Santé!
Wine, romance, and French bureaucracy - the ups and downs of an American's life in
. This laugh-out-loud memoir is almost too funny to be true! Paris
Drinking too much bubbly. Meeting sappy Frenchmen who have girlfriends or are creeps or both. Encountering problème after problème with French bureaucracy. When newly-single party girl Vicki moved to
Paris, she was hoping to taste wine, stuff her face with croissants, and maybe fall in love.
In her first book, this long-time blogger and semi-professional drinker recounts the ups and downs of her life in
Paris. Full of sass, shamefully honest admissions, and situations that seem too absurd to be true, Vicki makes you feel as if you're stumbling along the cobblestones with her.
Will she find love? Will she learn to consume reasonable amounts of alcohol? Will the French administration ever cut her a break?
“Her writing brings the characters she meets to life, her friends, boyfriends, fellow Metro travellers and French officials, and the stories she tells are full of humour, even the truly frustrating ones.”
- Jaqui, French Village Diaries
“Her struggles with French men, love, work and bureaucracy made me laugh out loud, I could not put it down!”
- Sissi de Beauregard, Chick-lit et autres Love Stories
Vicki Lesage is an IT Director by day, writer by night. And a full-time nerd. She loves fondue, wine, math, and zombies. She lives in
Paris with her French husband and rambunctious son.
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