Le Carnaval de Dunkerque
The reason I love the north of France (and the reason that explains why I fit in so well, perhaps) is that while certain other regions of France have the […]
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Le Retour
Well, loyal readers (hi mum!) I’m back from my hiatus. Since this is a travel blog, I didn’t see the point in writing over summer. Although, “travel blog” is definitely […]
Marrakesh
“What does Morocco mean to a Frenchman? An orange-grove or a job in government service. Or to an Englishman? Camels, castles, palm-trees, Foreign Legionnaires, brass trays and bandits. One could probably live here […]
Enjoy your whiteness!
It’s the last week before a week’s holidays….yay for mid-term holidays. My classes this semester are largely oral (which for those of who didn’t become desensitised to the word ‘oral’ […]
Would you like to see a dead elephant?
So after 3 glorious weeks home (and by 3 glorious weeks, I mean 2 glorious weeks and one flu-riddled icky one) our heroine has returned to the dizzying heights of […]
My Arab Spring
If I was some Syrian rebel trying to ignite the uprising I’d be fucking terrible. I’d see someone setting fire to themself at a market and be like, wow that’s […]
Paris en famille
I started writing an entry ages ago and then got distracted so I have decided to sack it and start again. Here is a brief summary of the tales you […]
Olivier Twist
Spent last week in Lille, my lovely boyfriend bought me tickets to go and see him since I am still in the Oliver Twist phase of financial security and the […]
Another year in France, another vomit story
Tuesday and Wednesday were our induction days at uni. They could have equally been called the How To Get Secretaries to Help You Out and How To Neutralise Your Accent […]
