In January 2011, I moved to Paris from the UK. I religiously documented my discoveries (both good and bad) on a blog known as Burnt Cream. It started out as Liberté, Egalité, Crème Brûlée – but that was just far too long… especially after a couple of glasses of wine. I lapped up everything this city could offer with the enthusiasm of someone who has not yet been worn down by the daily grind of métro-boulot-dodo nor with the pains and procedures of bureaucracy at its finest. (Read more about me.)
Life in Paris is not all that it’s made out to be. It can be really difficult. We don’t tell you this because it’s not what you want to hear. The Parisian dream is what sells. It’s what brings hundreds upon thousands of tourists to this city every day. Living here as an expat is much harder. Here’s an example:
“You don’t know it yet, but you will have done something wrong. Your concierge scolds you for leaving the building without a scarf… the lady in the café too because you didn’t put your umbrella in the right place… the boulanger as well because you didn’t realise it would just so happen that he would be having his coffee break at 11am when you popped by to get your daily pain au chocolat…
Really, after just a few months, it’s enough to make you quite paranoid.” (Read “What I Wish I Knew When I Moved To Paris.”)
Despite all this, there is a reason why we stay. Our “return on investment” if you like. It’s for the lifestyle: the food, the wine, the cheese, the bread, the salted butter… and for that fleeting moment as you cross over the river Seine when you get hit by the breath-taking beauty of this fine city. That makes it all worth it.
Take a virtual tour through the archives of my favourite restaurants, wine bars and cocktail speakeasies using the “Eating, Drinking, Shopping” menu at the top of the page.