Well hello there Autumn

Oh dear lord Paris in Autumn has added a whole new level onto my love for this city. Although, as a Scottish person I wouldn’t even know it were autumn if the leaves weren’t changing colour, since today I was out with no tights on in 25 degree heat. Thinking about what I’ve been up

Week one out of a tonne

Today marks the end of my first full week in France, also the week anniversary of me crying in the middle of the Gare du Nord when my family (brutally) left me there. Those of you who know me will know that I am not a cryer, I was simply overwhelmed. Despite that slight initial

Bonjour Paris (sounds better if you say it like ‘paree’)

There is an actual thing called ‘Paris Syndrome’, which is when people go to Paris for the first time with sparkly romantic images in their heads, and are severely disappointed with what they find there on arrival. The literal (if Wikipedia is literal) definition is ‘a transient mental disorder exhibited by some individuals when vacationing