Ten weeks ago, the idea of hour-long lunches everyday would have terrified me. Now, I'm grateful-ish for them.
It's been 7-ish weeks of quarantine, folks. That's 147 French meals, some of which featured food I never knew existed.
I'm all coats and dirty hair now, and hopefully blending in a bit.
You merely adopted the isolation. I was born in it, molded by it.
I'm not talking about obvious stuff you read on Buzzfeed. I'm talking niche and deeply biased advice for living in Paris, France.
Some differences between LA and Paris are obvious--like trading freeways for metros. Others, I would never have thought of.
A very biased account of everything you need to know when you visit Disneyland Paris, especially about how bad the Indiana Jones ride there is.