So, finally after a year of officially living on my own, I left Paris for the U.S. To visit, that is. After 3-ish confinements, and...

Paris. A city where rich folk hoard the nice apartments and use them as home offices - while the foreigners are left with the crusty scraps.

In the past week, a day hasn’t gone by without seeing Emily in Paris flying through my feed. I figured I didn’t need to watch yet another...

Montmartre. A village within the grimey, concrete jungle known as Paris. Okay, so I’m exaggerating a little. However, if you live in...

There's a uniqueness, a culture, an exclusive experience we live being black. There is no exception when it comes to au pairing.

Why did I choose to live in a city with a splash of piss smells, a handful of terrible administration, and a sprinkle of xenophobia.