L’Hiver de l’Idiot When you move to a country where you barely speak the language, you’re still fumbling your way through the culture, and you haven’t yet cracked the rhythm of the locals, you need to find ‘A Guy’—fast. Someone who knows the shortcuts, the back doors, the rules nobody bothers ...

  What Paris Teaches You When She’s in a Mood I should’ve known the weekend was doomed before it began. Back in June, a buddy from California texted that he’d be in Paris in two weeks. Two. Weeks. We’ve lived here for years, and this was his notice. He was doing some sort of European chest-thump...

  The French Saboteur It’s been quiet at Château Dépaysement. Too quiet. The kind of quiet where my gut tells me trouble’s on the horizon. Denise is in the U.S. visiting family, and I’ve been left in charge. Mr. Mom, dog wrangler, and groundskeeper-in-training. You’d think this would be simple. ...