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My obsession with France began as a little girl, thanks to an elegant Grandmother who frequented Paris in the 1950's. My obsession with French Men began in my early 20's, thanks to a handsome and très charmant young Parisian man my friends refer to as "Frenchy". And my obsession with French food? From birth, I think.
Single, still a pretty-darn-young 33 and mostly without roots, I have set myself a little life-changing goal: to move to Paris when I turn (gulp) 40. Let's see how I do...will I actually go through with it? Will it be everything I've ever dreamed of? Will everyone think I'm crazy? I'm hoping the answers are yes, absolutely, and who cares?
Copyright © 2008 A Southern Belle Goes to Paris, y'all.
I'll need to take care of quite a few things before I pack up, bid adieu to my homeland and cross the pond. Namely, learn to speak French again. My school years are way behind me and I left my French there, too. So unless I plan to get by on a few sweet nothings en français or use the method of cultural immersion, I'd better get a move-on; I need to pack a lifetime of knowledge into mere years. Next stop: Alliance Française d'Atlanta.
So while I'm planning my second life as an American in Paris, I'll continue bringing a little Paris to my life here in America and I'll blog all about it!
À bientôt, y'all!
