My grandmother was Québecoise. My mother speaks French. I speak French. I’ve always had an affinity for French culture, especially the music (and women). Maybe I was a French paysan in a past life or maybe it was too many bedtime readings of Babar and Le Petit Prince when I was growing up. In any case, I am smitten and will always be fond of l’Hexagone.

I’ve had the privilege of visiting France on 4 separate occasions and the fourth visit lasted for 10 months. I was an exchange student at HEC-Paris where I studied finance, international trade, and French. The campus is located about 30 minutes outside Paris in a tiny village called Jouy-en-Josas. It has a butcher, a baker, and a museum dedicated to fine linen. Of course, I spent lots of time in Paris as well: studying at the national library, taking salsa classes, and eating great food. I even went to a wine tasting at the Louvre.

Here are a few photos:

l'Orangerie

l'Orangerie

la Tour Eiffel

la Tour Eiffel

le sentier à Jouy-en-Josas

le sentier à Jouy-en-Josas

sur le Pont Neuf

sur le Pont Neuf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could wax nostalgic for pages on end, but I don’t think that would be very valuable to you. I just want to encourage you to seek your dream destinations by whatever means possible and to enrich your life with little joys in the meantime.

If you feel like sharing, I’d love to hear your stories of France or other cultural anecdotes. Just post a comment below. I read every one.

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