What happens en Corse…shows up on my blog later.
I would like to tell you a little bit about my trip to the weirdest place in the world: Corsica. “WTF is a Corsica?” you might ask. Well, after taking a history of Corsica class and then spending 10 days there…I still couldn’t tell ya. Continue reading
Posted in La Côte d'Azur, Visits
If you know anything about me, you know my love for the French Riviera. Cannes is, and will always be, my hood away from hood. That’s why Jérôme, Kat, Chelsea, Sarah, and I (and Mari Cohen in spirit–DAMN YOU, EASYJET!) took it upon ourselves to take a weekend off from our busy, stressful pretty chill lives in Ole Paris to spend some time sur la Côte d’Azur. I know, poor us.
Weekend in Nice, anyone?
Posted in La Côte d'Azur, Visits
The only thing more embarrassing than looking like a lobster after a day at the beach is having tan lines, which, with the modern technology of sunscreen and spray-tans, is completely avoidable!
I mean REALLY, Kim, get your shit together!
Then again, spray-tans can get streaky and, as it turns out, that urban legend that tanning beds are bad for you isn’t an urban legend after all…but fear not, for I present a solution: NUDE BEACHES.
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Posted in Bein' Frenchy, La Côte d'Azur, Salopes Aiment Ceci
Before I start unloading about the ups and downs of being a broad abroad…
I would like to take you to where it all began,
Going to a place called Cannes!
Brand new, unused, passport in hand,
Horrifyingly American Jack Rogers on feet,
One Professor Glacet is who I was going to meet,
Leaving the country for the first time was quite the feat!
Thinkin’ I was real Frenchy and all,
I exclaimed something along the lines of, “Bonjour, y’all!”
Yes, that might have been the start of my down fall…
Let’s hope for the sake of the readers reader–HEY MOM!–that this is the first and last time I get poetic, because, you know, it would be pathetic, if I made a reoccurring theme of using an AAA BBB CCC rhyme scheme…just kidding…but really.
Anyway, my summer on the French Riviera was très magnifique. I got the chance to attend a few movie premieres at the film festival, lived with the most badass 83-year-old widow you’ll ever meet–Shout out to Madame Clermont (in case she ever gets a computer) SUP WOMAN!–went kayaking in the Mediterranean, performed karaoke on several occasions (the French just couldn’t get enough!), caught a boat to Corsica, hit up Rome, Nice, Monte-Carlo, and–my favorite–ST. TROPEZ, and made awesome friends.
Posted in La Côte d'Azur, Visits
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