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So, here I am again! The blog returns…

Firstly, I would like to defend myself by explaining that I am not being narcissistic in thinking that I am in any way unique or original by starting a blog about my year abroad. I am well aware that thousands of students embark on this adventure every year. Some have good experiences, and some have not-so-good experiences. This is merely a way for me to document MY experience. An outlet for all of the good, the bad and the ugly things that rear their head along this ‘journey’.

I’ve been here for about 4 weeks now, and am due to return to England for a much needed, 10 day break. As you have probably gathered from my Instagram uploads, I love Paris. There is something different around every corner, always a new road to explore or café to sit in and it is the most vibrant place I have so far experienced. But it is exhausting. The only way I can describe it is that it constantly buzzes. Apart from on a Sunday… because then about 80% of the city shuts down (gr!!) To me, Paris makes Liverpool seem like a quaint country village…

That said, I find myself having to pinch myself every time I catch a glimpse of the Seine, Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre… the list goes on. It’s like living in a sepia tinted dream, or stepping into Amélie. Yet behind all of the beauty, there is another side to Paris which is slowly revealing itself. I’ve had the infamous creepy-guy-on-the train experience (at 9 in the morning, may I add), I’ve had the infamous you’re-English-why-would-I-help you experience (that nearly resulted in me being locked out of my flat whilst my landlady was spending a month in Transylvania) and I’ve had the infamous let’s-take-the-piss-out-of-the-English-girl’s-attempt-to-speak-French experience (apparently I can’t pronounce demi-écrémé correctly).

So, the upshot of the post is that I am trying to give you an honest, day to day account of the life of a very English girl living in Paris, including all things related to what I love – fitness, food, pole dancing, Frenchness, sight-seeing etc etc. It’s completely out of my comfort zone (not completely – I bloody love chocolate for breakfast) and I plan to make the most of this wonderful experience (ie. eat all the carbs), but I am also embracing that there will be some bumps along the road!

P.S- I am partial to throwing in a few stereotypes here and there, please do not be offended… it’s for the purpose of humour.

Here is a recap of some of my snapshots since I arrived:12145560_921143981303896_365606510_nI love this place. It’s literally a 10 minute walk from my apartment, and is a lovely little park surrounded by medieval houses. I could literally imagine life here hundreds of years ago. Victor Hugo actually lived here at one point!
12145570_1059435794091039_1808299583_nThe sight of the Eiffel Tower never gets boring. Every time I see it I think ‘shit…I’m in Paris!’. Will and I spent a lovely afternoon sitting right underneath the tower with a picnic. 12081274_836903623090064_799150721_nI loved being able to show Will around Paris like it was mine! I realised I actually felt quite proud of where I lived and wanted to show it off as much as I could. There’s no way of glamorising the metro, however…
12070919_904507622955906_572541872_nA shopaholic’s dream. Les Galeries Lafayette! Literally everything sparkles in this place. Never go on a Saturday if you plan on some serious shopping, though. Also, it has my name in the middle… hehe!