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.
It’s 2:50 a.m. This Seemed Reasonable.
I had just handed over a very expensive Mercedes to a man I’d never met, wearing knee-high athletic socks, at 3 a.m., with no paperwork, no receipt, and no tow truck.
And he was now towing it across 600 kilometers of French countryside.
How to Buy Firewood in France
You don’t learn France from guidebooks. You learn it from the people who quietly know how things actually work — and from realizing you’re still the idiot in the room.