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 First French Electric Bill Was €650
Our kitchen sat at a toasty 58 degrees, the bedroom never crept above 63, and then the electric bill arrived: €650 for two heaters.
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.