Anglo-saxons have a reputation for mastering the art of small talk, and I for one am no exception to this rule. Put me in a room with strangers and I will start prattling on about the weather, or the delay on the metro, or any other topic that allows me to avoid real meaningful conversation with people I barely know. It has therefore been a difficult lesson for me to learn on arriving in France that French people aren’t really interested in topics of conversation that aren’t really, well.. debatable.
Going to the movies in Paris is always a special experience. France is the birthplace of cinema, so there is a little more prestige than rocking up to your local Hoyts.
Salut, les guys! Today I've got a new guest post on the HiP Paris blog. This time I'm writing about my experience learning the French language, and wondering whether it was really worth all the pain.. 😏
Have you ever been beseeched for money in the metro by a homeless person who mentions that they also accept “ticket restos”? Maybe you’ve seen a Parisian paying for their dinner with a form of currency that resembles a food voucher. Did you ever wonder what the hell this obscure method of payment is? Allow me to introduce you to Tickets Restaurant - affectionately dubbed Tickets Resto - a system that is perhaps even more obscure than the Google algorithm.