An Open Letter to Quentin Dolmaire: My First French Celebrity Sighting in Paris

Hey Quentin Dolmaire, did you notice that random blonde American-looking girl stood mouth gaping open stopped in her tracks staring you down thirty minutes ago on the street by Madeleine? Because that was me. I would have called out to you in adorable broken French if I could have breathed at the time but IContinue reading “An Open Letter to Quentin Dolmaire: My First French Celebrity Sighting in Paris”

Trois Souvenirs de ma Jeunesse/My Golden Years

Today I did something I’ve never done before: I saw a film at the theater all by myself. For weeks now ever since I saw the trailer for Trois Souvenirs de ma Jeunesse/My Golden Years, I’ve been dying to see it. But to my dismay, every time I wanted to go, everyone was busy. So,Continue reading “Trois Souvenirs de ma Jeunesse/My Golden Years”