une nouvelle vie de boheme

Another city, another blog.

By way of introduction: I was born and primarly raised in America — upstate New York and Southern New England, to be slightly more precise.  Due to happy circumstances, however, I got to spend a fair portion of my childhood in Europe, particularly in France.  Mostly I was just hanging around with my parents, but when I was eight years old I spent an entire year attending a suburban French public school.

Subsequently, I spent all my summers at French colonies de vacances, or summer camps.  It was here that I acquired the nickname that titles this blog.  (I’m not quite as petite as I was then, but yeah, the shoe still fits.)

It was also during this time that I acquired my familiarity with the French language, such as it is.  Basically, I speak quite naturally, but with an eight year old’s grammar, vocabulary, and sensibility.  I have no doubt that this odd fact is going to result in some highly embarrassing blog fodder at some point this year.

Anyway, for the past few years, I haven’t managed to spend any more than a week or two in Paris at a time, but all that has finally changed.  I am returned at last — at least for a year.