Ex pat NOV 03 2002
Only three full days in Paris and I'm feeling like a resident. My French still sucks**, but other than that, the city feels like any other big city. We're getting around town, using the phone, purchasing goods and services, feeding & clothing ourselves, giving directions to tourists, and slowly enjoying our boissons and enduring the slow service at the café, just like natives. Having an apartment helps; it feels like we're living here and not just visiting.
** A woman sitting next to us at the restaurant last night asked me if my pizza had been any good. I stared at her, mouth agape, not even able to muster up a "je ne parle pas francais". Luckily, Meg caught her drift and translated quickly; I stammered back a "oui".