The sign off.

BLOODY HELL.

So that’s it folks. Just over a couple of weeks ago I said goodbye to my year abroad and hello grey Manchester. It wasn’t an overly emotional last 24 hours. I packed, I cleaned, I chatted to my flatmate. It was all very ‘normal’ and I genuinely didn’t know whether I was sad or happy to be leaving. That was until today, when I went on a run in my local park. As pretty as it was, I thought about my runs in Buttes Chaumont. I then thought about the 13th arrondissment in general, then my other runs in Paris, in the 11th jogging down the boulevards to the Bastille. Along the Seine, catching glimpses of Notre Dame and other famous landmarks and stuff. Suddenly, all these ridiculous memories hit me like a WREEEECKING BAAALL.  Nostalgia, if we can call it that. It might have been sunny today, but the past week here has been hideous weather-wise. This does not help the matter one bit. Have you concentrated on last few sentences since Wrecking Ball? Nope.

The last week was pretty jam packed. AGOP in Color came back for another gig, and I was invited to sing with them again! We played in le reservoir, a beauuutiful club in the 11th where Radiohead has also played. We were the last to play in the evening, the showdown.

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Here’s a shot of moi, Olivier and Emilie doing our thang

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And a few more. These guys are serious Armenian-French dynamite.

During the week I also had leaving drinks with work, leaving drinks/open mic with the guys from choir… aw it was just so lovely I couldn’t have wished for a better way to go (on the old year-abroad death bed)

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This week in the post I received a gift from work, all the way from Paris. The book is, as you can see, a collection of french idioms. Something we exchanged from time to time in the office, so it was a perf. I actually can’t put any of them in the context of this blog so I’m just going to throw one in right here : prendre le mouche.

Being back

So as I mentioned, I am now back. It sucks and it doesn’t. I have a nice enough flat, sooo close to uni and school starts tomorrow. For the last time ever. Then, what next I wonder? Shall I go back to France?

A couple of random ‘my favourite photos from YA’

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A girl reading (probs texting but shatap) by the River Tarn, Albi

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the first of many beautiful memories with the assistants of Albi.

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Seung-Ah and Janne happy with the Primark hats I bought all the assistants home from UK. Bordeaux, France

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City centre, Bordeaux.

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Cordes-sur-ciel. Literally a town built into the clouds. The most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

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Colours at the flower market in Nice, France.

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Seung-Ah and I in Madrid, outside the Palace.

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My first ever thanksgiving held in Gourdon, France. Thanks Laura, and whoever made the pumpkin pie. Here is Noelia, an assistant from Bolivia.

Ok so there are so many more photos from so many other adventures but… I have school tomorrow.

New blog

As I am no longer living an exciting life abroad, this post is official the sign off. The adieu. However, if you liked my writing (what) and you’re not quite ready to see the back of me I have a new project/blog : http://themonkeypuzzletree.blogspot.co.uk/. This is my new site where I’ll be posting shit about books and films I liked, didn’t like etc. There’s no twist, unfortunately.

Thank you for reading and following my lovely peoples.

Mary x

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Down and out.. and up, to the side… all around in Paris

My 11 months in France is drawing to a close and I’ve taken on a slight split personality. To my friends that love Paris, I’m all ‘Hmmm, ok… but it does smell bad, has massive problems with homeless people, expensive blah blah’ . Say one bad thing about Paris I’m all like

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Anyway, I’ve had some lovely comments and private messages from people about my blog online and offline, so as a bit of a thank you, a few pointers for those lucky ones moving here:

1) Don’t worry about not making friends. Because you’ll make lots of them. French ones. British ones. Armenian ones. Korean ones. Join clubs/societies and NEVER say no to anything. Apart from the mandem that cycle up on to the pedestrian path, pluck a flower weed, present said flower and ask if you would like to ‘prendre un verre’. In that case kids, ‘no’ is a solid choice.

2) While I’m on the subject of men in Paris, I’ll make a pointer for the ladies. Men here seem to be a lot more cocky and a lot more confident that you’ll be zer boo if they follow you for a bit. I have been followed into shops, the next quartier, metros and the likes and it was really uncomfortable. My best advice incase it happens to you to is tell them you don’t speak French, pretend to talk on your phone for a bit and if that doesn’t work shout at them angrily in English/jibbajabba.

3) Try salsa dancing on Quai St Bernard on a Saturday night. Trust me. Bring refreshments.

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4) Make friends with your local boulanger. Because no buddy is better than ones that make this

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5) Explore out of the first 7 arrondissements. Plus, if you hang round the 19th you might bump into Rachel Khoo (I haven’t. Sulk) It also has a gorgeous park.

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6) I really recommend living in the 11th. It has everything you could want, and it’s grungy, hip and all round fun. Bars, shops, clurbz and there’s not many tourists. Win.

On a personal note…

These last couple of weeks have been proper good like. I sang (as a backing vocalist) for a friend’s pop/rock group Agop (in Color) and we’re playing again tomorrow at Le Reservoir and if you don’t know the Paris know-how, it’s quite a big deal 🙂 I did not expect to do anything like this on my YA, I do not even do this stuff in the UK. I think it’s the whole big city mentality of ‘no-one knows me here, let’s do this’. I love it.

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Last Saturday I met up with some SSFC alumni (whoop whoop) Sarah and Frazer. After roaming around Rue Moufftard, forcing Frazer to buy some patisserie we headed down the Quai St Bernard for a bit of salsa. Armed with rose and crisps, we had Sarah (the pro) and Frazer and I donning our two-left feet. It was a lot of fun and a highlight was having an old man and his dial-a-bride (that was mean, I’m not even feeling mean) helping us out. Turns out it was quite the celeb hangout too, with Louis XVI making us all look bad.

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Finally last night, aka last Saturday in Paris, involved a certain 31st birthday in a Peruvian restaurant. Karine is a beautifiul lady who I had the pleasure of meeting at the choir. The place (Candela Caliente in the 11th)…hmm.. well the food was not amazing, but the staff were so lovely and we even got serenaded to. Top marks.

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We then headed down to Bataclan for a BOOGEY – Bataclan is one of more well known clubs in Paris. It was 80’s/90’s night… which, if you come from my town, is either a massive blessing or the worst thing that could happen to you. I had no idea how I felt. Like a true shrews girl. I did get a massive dosing of French 80’s music, which as expected, is shit.

Amsterdam! I went there. It’s awesome.

This week…

Is my last. Doesn’t feel like it at all. Haven’t bought anything on my reading list for uni. In serious denial. Can’t form long sentences on the matter.

Peace x

Dear ThirdYearAbroad

What’s up ThirdYearAbroad, I have a bone to pick with you.

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Definitely allllllllll of this. 

Please consider the bitter oldies like me clutching onto this TYA for dear life. Frankly, you’re being the Scar to my Mufasa as every RT from you is another painful reminder that I’m one big stale baguette that has to leave Paris in 2 WEEKS TIME 😦

I have to leave my friends (again), a cool job (again) basically my whole LIFE (again). One more ‘again’ for good measure and profoundness. Again. Some of the young-uns are already here, all up in my Paris grill, starting their new lives looking all fresh faced and smelling like flowers while I’m basking in all the negativity and cynicism any worthy Parisian would be proud of. To all those just starting out and reading this, it’s not your fault (nor TYA’s, I guess..) but you’ll get what I mean in approx. 11 months time. Have an amazing year, you scoundrels.

Love, Mary

Eating/Drinking/Partying(orLACKof) in Paris

This post goes out to all my homeboyz and galz who have asked me what I like to do in the old Paris town. I’m no expert on the city, but I’m always discovering new and excellent places to go to instead of the 10 euro creperie next to Notre Dame.

You don’t have to scroll though tripadvisor for the best places to eat. Like I read in the Guardian today (can’t find the link right now) chances are that you will pop your lonely planet on the table to find every one around you has done the same. Have a walk around a bit down those charming, piss smelling Parisian alleys and if you come across a busy looking place just go for it. Do avoid the attractive 11 euro menus in the Latin Quarter (rue de la huchette) as as appealing as the price sounds, what you get is tosh. Have a wonder around. Saying this I’m going to contradict myself and give you a few suggestions.

Le Petit Vatel (5 Rue Lobineau, 75006 Paris) – very cute little restaurant in St. Germain de Pres where I had the most succulent beef I ever did have. After, my friend and I shared a chunk of cheese and a chocolate fondant. Hardly innovative, but good quality. £ Mid range.

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Chez Imogene (25 Rue Jean-Pierre Timbaud, 75011 Paris) If a proper PROPER crepe with a beautiful normandy cider to lug it down with is what you’re after, look no further than Chez Imogene. Another quaint little place in the 11th that does the traditional savoury crepes made from bulgar wheat and delish sweet crepes with fresh fruit and homemade icecream. It just so happens that I live 10 seconds away from it. Cheap.

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Auguste (10 Rue Saint-Sabin 75011) Or chez l’hipster, as my colleagues refer to it as. This is mostly because it is a hipster clothing shop masquerading as a cafe. You’ll know what I mean if you see it. A great inexpensive spot for lunch. Whether it’s a sandwich in rosemary bread (2euro each) their fresh salads, soups whatever. Sit in or take out.

TIP: If you see a TABAC cafe run by viatnamese people, they may do ‘sandwich vietnamian’ Get one. Thank me later.

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Eggs & Co (11 Rue Bernard Palissy  75006) Another place in the 6th. I was treated to this joint by my housemate Raymond, a chef now working at a Michelin star restaurant so you know it’s got to be good if it’s good enough for him. A brunch will set you back 22 euros but if incredible omelettes/cocottes/coco murette (eggs in wine) is your thing then you won’t feel ripped off. Perfect for a lazy sunday.

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coco murette. eggs poached in red wine with plenty of sweet red onions, creme fraiche and a side salad.

Bubble Tea Ok, slight change of direction here but I just love me some Bubble Tea. I recommend Bubble C’tea 61 (Rue de Turbigo 75003) and Bubbolita’s next to the Georges Pompidou.

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Bars Turns out, Paris has quite a few bars. And I don’t always note down where I’ve been. Area wise, I will already recommend the bars near Oberkampf. Local prices, no tourist bullshit and cheap happy hours! I love living here. I also love the bars on Canal St. Martin, such a chilled place. If you can’t be arsed with paying lots just buy wine and drink it along the canal (or seine). No po po will bother you and it’s a chilled atmosphere in the summer.

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Guitar. Good friends. Seine. My favourite summer Parisian evenings.

Les Peres Populaires (46 Rue de Buzenval 75020) Cheap, young and ‘trendy’ bar in the 20th even without the happy hour. The highlight though was the charcuterie and cheese board with unlimited baguette… for 10 euros (it was huge!) Lovely range of cheese. Wine carafes are about 8 euros which is just great for Paris.

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Pop In 105 Rue Amelot, 75011 The most hipster bar I ever did went. Good for random live music that nooooooooooooo one else would have ever heard of and if you like bearded Parisians with tatoos. Also, bring your own crisps. Yup, it’s like that.

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CLUBS Don’t know. Too old for them. LUL but in all honesty the most recent one I went to was Favela Chic (metro Republique) Awesome music that gets you MOVING (none of this electro bullshit) bar staff dancing on the … bar and … well yeah. I made everyone do the limbo – which is fast becoming my signature drunk move and I don’t know how I feel about it!

Basically I have lots more to share with you my wonderful readers but I will have to update it soon, I am a working girl after all and I need to go to work so I can earn my intern money and spend it instantly.

Ciao xo

English Language Assistant vs Intern : How do they compare?

When university told me that ELAing in France would fall a week shy under the requirements of an official ‘year abroad’, I had many different ideas as to what I would do to fill the time: go on a big tour of France, visit family in Montreal or maybe take a language class in Montpellier (my writing skills did and still do suffer). Yet here I am sitting in my Parisian apartment 2 months into a 4 month internship for an app ( some new age shit, mothertrucker!)  Life 9 months ago could not have been more different than it is today.

For this post imma give y’all a comparison between working as an English Language Assistant in the south of France and interning in central Paris. It goes without saying that because it’s based on my own personal experiences in two very different environments I won’t be speaking for tout le monde. But it will *maybe* give you a little insight to the different types of jobs.

Hours and Holiday

ELA – I worked 12 hours a week. 12. Hours. For every 6 weeks of work I received 2 weeks holiday. Paid. Those are the facts. My boss was lovely and had it so I had long weekends (Fridays off and no Monday mornings) and Wednesdays off too. During ELA I had time to go to Madrid, Barcelona, Fes, Casablanca, Marrakech, DESERT, Nice, Monaco, Villefranche, Bordeaux, Carcassonne. I also went on frequent trips to Toulouse, the nearest city. Oh and home quite a few times too!

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just another ELA funded holiday in Morocco

Intern : I currently work 10 – 6, Monday to Friday. After ELA, this took some getting used to. As a stagiaire I’m not entitled to any holiday and was mentally prepared for this until my boss randomly asked me when I was taking my holiday – say wha?! So a possible week in August is on the cards. It’s basically down to the employer, but don’t get your hopes up! At the same time, you do have to remind yourself that YOU LIVE IN PARIS and there are endless things to see and do (can be difficult if you’re creveed by the end of the day). However, just the last week work decided to relocate the office to Nantes for a bit of team building and exploring. Never a bad thing! I can’t imagine that ever happening in the UK.

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the office last week in Nantes

Verdict: You can’t help but love ELA hours and holidays. For a year abroad, all you will want is time to travel and explore and there is no way better to do that than by doing ELA. Since I arrived in a Paris, I have barely travelled in comparison and when I do it’s been short and exhausting.

Pay

ELA: After taxes, the pay is around 780 euros per month. This is more (about 1000) if you’re allocated in places like Paris or Outre Mer! It is a very comfortable, but by no means luxurious, living especially after living ‘student styley’ the past couple of months! Let’s just say I didn’t need to touch any other money sources during my ELA and I did some travelling.

Intern: I get paid minimum (average) wage for a stagiaire, which is 436.05 euros a month. Considering I work three times more the hours than an ELA and live in a city three times the cost of living than the south of france – it again took some getting used to. With the ERASMUS grant you will just about cover your rent, so make sure you have plenty of savings before you come to Paris as an intern!

Work Environment

ELA: As an ELA I got a couple of my own classrooms (one being where Jean Jaures once taught Philosophy in). I had an incredible view over the beautiful town where I worked and my school was located in the centre. I was on my feet quite a lot moving around classrooms, running to photocopy some last minute lesson plans and the staff room was a space to relax in. Lunches consisted of eating a very cheap but huge meal with the fellow staff.

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View from my class

Intern : I work in a fantastic location just 5 minutes from the Bastille and 10 mins from my place. It’s in a building made for entrepreneurs so the vibe is young and they have things like lunches and ping pong tournaments for all the little businesses to come together. I have my own desk in a typical office and yeah it’s nice. For lunch I eat with my colleagues and spend a lot of money in the supermarket just underneath the offices. I could tell you where chocolate flavoured quinoa is off the top of my head. Do it.

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My desk!

Verdict: Very different environments. ELA was a lot more active and in office jobs it’s generally not as dynamic! Luckily I do find the work motivating but I could imagine how boring office life would be if you didn’t enjoy what you were doing. I loved walking around classrooms and interacting with my students.

Learning outcomes – It’s an awful phrase init but it was either that or ‘life lessons’

ELA : There is nothing more precious than seeing a student ‘click’ when they finally understand something. The looks on their faces will be one I’ll never forget. I learnt that I am capable of being very patient, how to engage teenagers and well, I gained a great insight into the world of teaching. I don’t want to be a teacher (at least not as a first career)but it was a very rewarding experience that I found very difficult to leave.

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my lovely terminales

Intern: For someone that had no previous experience in marketing, I have learnt so much these past couple of months. Such as how to apply myself  using my previous attributes into a completely new line of work and experience big city office life (IN FRANCE!). I really enjoy marketing and one day will look to see how I can apply my experience into the world of Publishing.

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the team!

Verdict: There was a great deal to be learnt from the two jobs. I felt that ELA was a perfect progression to my job as I work for an English learning app for kids. Both experiences will undoubtedly look great on my CV, but interning in Paris will give me that edge! Especially as I work in a start-up I feel lucky because there are not alot of interns who get the same amount of responsability as I do. I actually have an impact on the company and that is a scary but wonderful thing.

Language developments

ELA: As I was getting paid to speak English, I did end up speaking the native tongue alot. But sometimes, as the kids knew I spoke French I did improve dramatically over the course of 7 months. That combined with my general lifestyle (living with French people and speaking French in the staff room with colleagues)

Intern: Again, my job does involve a lot of writing in English but in terms of office life (meetings, lunches etc) it is all in French. I have been taking it all in, the differences between Parisian french and that I heard in the South. C’est ‘ouf’

Verdict: Both were equally as useful in my opinion, but I think there is slightly more opportunity to speak french as an intern. Slightly. I think what matters most is what you do outside of your working life, who you choose to spend you time with or who you live with.

VERDICT TO END ALL ZE VERDICTS: So there you have it. I loved both jobs in completely different ways, overall I think you get a better quality of life when you’re out of Paris. Saying that,  but there is really no contest when it comes to having things to do in ze gay paris. If you are doing ELA, interning, or both why not share your experiences.Which did/do you prefer?

The time I thought I was Ryan Toby (Sister Act II)

This last week has been special. sad. excellent. stressful.

The last of the choir

Last Friday, for our very last concert of the year,  we sang at The Cosy (Montparnasse). Tis a swish lil bar in which in exchange for our vocal chords we got a slap up meal, complete with wine and semi non-rude waiting staff! Incroyable stuff. It was also our last *official* concert (at least for me as I’m back in Blighty in September) which is a shame because chorale always gave me suttin’ to forward to on Thursdays. Ah well. Nelly Furtado and all that.

To celebrate the last ever rehearsal we took to Quai St Bernard, a lively spot by the river planted with people armed with wine, good humour, and more wine. We also came with said elements. Along the Quai you’ll find four little ampitheatres that usually sees some salsa dancing, river dancing, dad dancing – and yes, anyone can join in! We had a picnic and then sang for one last time in one of the ampitheatres. Drunk people ❤ Gospel

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It was also made extra special as Esme had come to Paris for the week and came to watch! Paris, Esme and I have a little thing going on (we always just come here) and so it was amaaaaaaaazing to have her here, this time with me living here!

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Wedding @ LE MANS

The following Saturday I just trotted down to a church and sang at some person’s wedding. Yup. YEAR ABROAD, HELLO.  Olivier, a guy from my choir asked me and two other lovely ladies if we were interested in a paid gig in Le Mans. If I have learnt anything on this YA it’s to never say no to anything. Oh crap, I gave you a spoiler. So yes, I said yes and we practised only twice and boom, off we went. To Le Mans, a couple of hours west of Paris. We actually had a bit of a nightmare with one of the singers as er, couldn’t physically sing and the other girl wasn’t far off either. So unfortunately and unprecedently I had to take the solos.

This was complete with an awkward but I guess reasonably succesful singing of ‘What a wonderful world’ solo infront of the french newlyweds – WHO were, by the way, just sitting on chairs in front of me. Alrighty then. I am measuring success by the fact that the bride didn’t go and hold the priest for protection. No, I did not royally fuck up but I did finish off what was left of Karine’s voice as she decided to bawl during my live Louis Armstrong assasination and could not sing the last song with Olivier and I (Amazing grace).

Aaaaaand let’s just not talk about Happy Day. Oh no, let’s. Ok… I sort of definitely took on the persona of the actual lil dude in Sister Act II and potentially mimiced him. OVER IT.

ALL IN ALL, it went ok and the bride and groom in all their diamante glory thanked us many many a time (***to leave***)

FUN FACT: Just as the bride got in her car of doom she asked me for one of my papers to fan herself with. I didn’t hear her properly and only realised once the driver gave up and drove off.

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After the wedding, we explored Le Mans which is actually quite a beautiful town and finished off with an excellent cocktail. They were called Diderot and Voltaire -bloody French. I didn’t take a picture of the feather ridden cocktails but I did take one of their ‘throne’

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We then chilled in Olivier’s country house just out of Le Mans. Complete with adorable parents, amazing food, a fat cat and three horses. Made me realise that I need to get me one of dem country lifestyles. As much as I love Paris, I don’t think I’ll be back here to live. It’s complicated. Karine and I left Le Mans sunday night and I had to pack already for my excursion with work to Nantes. I know. LIFE BE CRAY.

My next post will be all about what the hell I’m even doing in Paris and how on earth my bosses decided to take us 4 hours west of Paris for a few days break.

Random Experiences in Paris

Paris has a way of taking hostage of people and not letting them blog anymore. Honestly between working all day, meeting up with friends, eating and watching Community (can’t get enough) it has been near impossible to find time to blog. Today is Sunday, Holy Day for some and Holy Crap/Moley I Haven’t Blogged Day for others – so I’m going to type something ‘real quick’ – *disclaimer* I’ve picked up so many americanisms this year I don’t even…

I thought I’d write something short and snappy today.  Random Experiences in my 5 weeks of being here.

Shakespeare and Co. Party

For all book lovers around the world, when you say ‘book’ and ‘Paris’ you better hope ‘Shakespeare and Company’ wordvoms out of your mouth in the next sentence. I’m not going to go into the lovely story and beginning on here, but very briefly it is a mecca for all book lovers and is run by volunteers and Tumbleweeds (the writers who actually live in the store to write/find there inner Hemingway/get inspired for free, well in exchange for working in the shop for a bit) as well as the actual staff.

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Luckily for me, I met one of the volunteers in Fes, Morocco (as one does), called LIZ. She was throwing a New Orleans  party for staff and writers in a beautiful old apartment in Le Marais, complete with Jumbalaya and whiskey cocktails. Heaven. I met some absolute characters and it will be great to read their work one day. It was one of those parties where you are quite obviously the most uncool person in the world, ESPECIALLY if you had a camera/you are RIDICULOUSLY overdressed (I was both). Bless my loser soul, I had my olympus at the ready and tried to take some inconspicuous shots. It was either that or graffiti’in the host’s wall with I WOZ ERE. I’m such a loser. Here are a couple of comical shots that could have been taken bloody anywhere

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Liz, absolutely mortified on my behalf. Sorry Liz. Your cooking is delicious.

Archange Gospel Choir

I joined a Gospel choir by my third week because I missed being in one. I was in Manchester Harmony Gospel choir last year and I love singing (but not on my own) and gospel music is happy music. It took me a while to actually find one, the majority rejected me because I wouldn’t be in Paris for the rest of my life and I put my request in on a Paris Facebook Group. Some lovely person told me about AGC and I’m glad they did. It’s so laid back, just like HGC but run by two amazing artists. Jo Ann Pickens and Malik Young. Two Americans, showing us French + 1 British girl how to DO gospel. When I went to the first rehearsal Jo Ann’s singing almost made me tear up (again, the biggest loser in the room who cries during choir rehearsals) but I had never heard someone with a voice like Aretha Franklin/Diana Ross up close. Incredible.

I had to audition for her the week after which was terrifying. I sang Power of Your Love (note YOUR love, not Power of Love) and she said she liked it! However I have problems with my breathing technique so she showed me some amazing tips. She’s a real professional – I would absolutely have singing lessons with her if they weren’t 60 euros/hour. Sadface.

We had our first concert a couple of weeks ago. We were closing a music-filled evening dedicated to Martin Luther King on his birthday.  LOOK WHERE IT WAS

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This is the Pantheon. Ok, we didn’t sing here but it was in the Mayor’s place right next to it in this beautiful room 😉

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Jo Ann and I watching the show from above.

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Here is the choir on the night. Yup, that’s me on the far right… staring into bloody space.

Two nights ago, we played in another concert. But this time, Jo Ann wanted me to do a solo.
I was so humbled that I was picked to do one, the choir has so many amazing voices! So my flatmates and even MADAME (my host parisian super catholic granny) came to watch.

Just my luck, as soon as my part came the mic stopped working. I did my best anyway and my flatmate does have a video somewhere of me being really confused which I hope never sees the light of day. I really enjoyed myself and even got a wedding gig AND a paid voice-acting gig requested after the show. Yay!

Netball

If I have learnt anything on this year abroad, it’s that the human body’s stomach will stretch any amount for French cheese. I love it, as well as all the other rich food France boasts. I needed to do some exercise, and found a netball team in Paris that apparently play for fun and is good for those wanting to get back into it. Great, because I hadn’t played in roughly 8 years. I needed a sport rather than the gym, but competitiveness is ultimately what motivates me to exercise.

Well holy mother of cow it was NOT what I thought it would be. The girls were lovely but they underestimated how good they were. We played 4 games, although I had to sit out and catch my breath the first game. Embarrassing but necessary. I was an even worse umpire! I did get better after the inital shock had passed and was on the winning team. They were really encouraging, but quite frankly their fitness levels and agility had frightened the crap out of me so it’s back to the drawing board…or rather should I say, cheese board.

I think that’s enough for today, more randomness to follow! In a couple of hours I’m heading to Parc de Floral to watch some jaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzz.

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Mary