My own French love story was an accident. I had no girlhood obsession with Paris, no special feelings for French culture, no Eiffel Tower prints in my apartment. I didn’t even eat cheese until I started dating the Frenchman who became my husband.
stories / histoires
If I spent as much time reading about other people’s adventures in France as I did actually learning French, I’d be fluent many times over. Unfortunately for me, I find the adventures of the Americans, Canadians, Brits and Australians who came before me to be […]