Our Irregular Dispatch From French Life
This isn't your average newsletter. It’s the honest, occasionally ridiculous, behind-the-scenes look at what it's really like for two Americans and a Golden Retriever to move to France. Whether you’re a daydreamer, a planner, or already knee-deep in French paperwork, this is the one email you’ll actually look forward to.
Our French Contractor Disappeared for Six Months. Then He Said, “We’ll Start in Two Hours.”
Three minutes later, Denise hollered, “Paul, can you come here?” The contractor was still smiling. Denise had that face like she was trying to decide between laughing and strangling someone.
I Rode Six Miles Home on a Flat Tire in France
He turned back. I pointed at the tire and said, “I have a flat tire.” Even though he doesn’t speak English, the confused look on his face made me think he thought I’d said, “I’m fat and tired.”
How to Rent a Moving Van in France
“Vous l’avez lavé?”
Did I wash it?
Wash it?
Like… with water?
A €1 Baguette Broke My $30,000 Dental Implants
Honestly? A chipped front tooth looked better than a Bond villain cosplay.