Paris Paris Paris: Part 1

In America, cars yield to pedestrians. In France, pedestrian’s yield to anything with wheels. Being a pedestrian in France is a fight for ones life. A fight I may lose if I don’t learn the rules of the Paris streets. Here are a couple of rules I’ve learned:
Rule one: There are no rules. Cars really just drive on any side of the road they prefer.
Rule two: Think like the french. What happens if you’re driving on the wrong side of the road and a car is coming straight towards you? Don’t worry, they’ll move.
(Tip* Don’t play chicken with French people. Don’t.)
Rule Three: mopeds and motorcyclists always have the right-of-way, even when they don’t.

I know it sounds like I’m bashing the French but, to be honest, I’ve only been in Paris a few days and I love it!
Yesterday, I signed the lease on a cute, little -and I mean little- apartment in the 15eme. You can see the Eiffel Tower if you stand in the street. Not a bedroom view but still AH-mazing! Yeah, i’ve got the keys!
The shops and cafés are adorable and there’s just so much to do! I’ll definitely be a regular here. 20130723-181257.jpg

It’s really a whole new world compared to the little county town I live in where it takes 30 minutes by car to get to the nearest grocery store.
Speaking of transportation, I’d just like to give myself a pat on the back for learning to use the metro so quickly! (Also something I’m not used to!) It’s really so convenient and, besides all of the beggars, of which there are quite a few, it’s not as sketchy as I had first assumed.


Going to France after 4 years

On the 19th, my mom and I are going to Paris to look for apartments for me. I’m nervous excited since it’s been awhile since I’ve been to Paris.

I have all that I need to make the plane ride a good one.

•Sleeping Pills
•Eye Mask
•Neck Pillow
•Fuzzy Socks
•Good Music

Aren’t those the essentials?