Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Colonel Mustard

There is a vast array of venues in Paris to get suitably tipsy in. You can choose from cafes and bars, which serve a variety of drinks and snacks, bistros which are small bars often family-run, serving local and traditional dishes and brasseries, which are usually larger and noisier. Last Friday night I found myself at the Brasserie Triadou Haussmann, or so the Police report reads.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Chocolate and Lemon

I slipped into the country with a simple “Bonjour”, a smile and not even so much as a raised eyebrow from the French Customs Official.

This may not seem that remarkable, if it weren’t for the bureaucratic, lengthy and arduous process I had to go through to get my French visa prior to leaving Australia. Following several letters from my prospective French employer and the French Foreign Ministry, a must-do personal visit to the French Consulate in Sydney, where I even digitally fingerprinted, the Custom Official didn’t even see my visa!