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.