Last week

It was a good week for being inside. It rained. Every day. This morning, I turned to N and asked him when the last time we saw the sun was. Neither of us were sure, but it’s been at least a week. That being said, at least it isn’t snowing.

I’ve been working a lot, which I really enjoy. It’s three metros to get to where I need to be in Paris (and one train, and although it might not sound that efficient, the hour and a half by transit is a lot faster than the three hours it took us to drive in one morning this week). When it isn’t raining, I enjoy skipping the last metro and walking. The views are amazing and it’s adorable seeing all the little French children (so well dressed!) walking or scooting (is that what one does with a scooter?) to school. This week, if/when the rain stops, I plan on making a detour to see if a certain coffee shop has decided to bring their holiday beverages to this country.

I went for my first French haircut last week. I spent days looking up reviews for hairdressers both in Fonty and Paris. I read many an expat horror story, so I did my homework and armed myself with a list of Jen-specific hair cutting vocabulary gleaned from the internet. My hairdresser was very likeable (or does he tell everyone that their hair is a magnificent gift to be able to cut??). Something, however, got lost in translation, because I’m pretty sure (and by pretty, I mean 100% sure) that I did not ask for “des bangs.” But, des bangs are what I got. And while I don’t particularly think they suit me, I can deal with it. It gives me an excuse to buy a beret!