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.
We Bought a House in France. Half of It Is a Cave.
The kitchen and family room aren’t “cave-themed.” They are caves. Solid white stone walls that once held up wine presses, now holding up my cookware and a Wi-Fi mesh network.
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.