I really can't get behind this whole turn-into-a-pretzel-while-you-dance thing that the French seem to be all about. It just leads to me hitting my partner on the head (twice) or turning the wrong way and body-slamming another girl (once) or... Continue Reading →
As I mentioned in a previous post, most French guys know how to dance "le rock", which is sort of like swing dancing but with simpler footwork, and it is super common to do it at parties. Well, I found... Continue Reading →
Quote from last night when I was chatting to one of my French friends. Note that this was said in English: "I was pumping all night and only slept for two hours." The context is that when the French students... Continue Reading →
I was super excited to have a working French bank card so I could pay for a flight online in Euros. Using my American credit card incurs a bunch of random exchange fees that I'd rather avoid. So I get to... Continue Reading →
So that was the theme of the giant party this weekend hosted by ENSTA-Paristech (which shares its campus with Polytechnique). I thought that dressing up in full-body cow suits was just an American thing, but apparently it's more universal than... Continue Reading →
I headed to the first salsa class of the semester on Wednesday night super excited to show off my moves, but to my dismay I was thwarted by an island off the coast of Florida. The intermediate class was scheduled to... Continue Reading →
Margaux Rhymes with Fargo 