An American in ParisSeptember 25, 2006 at 7:15 am | Posted in backstory | Comments Off on An American in Paris
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.