Adventures in Paris: Fancy Pants Nancy, France

(Disclaimer: I did not create the above phrase.)

I've arrived in France and am more or less bien installee in the studio that I've be living in for the next 7-8 months. The trip here was uneventful (if you ignore the freakout that ensued once a woman at the train station told me that my ticket might not in fact be a ticket 20 minutes before the train was scheduled to leave) and people have been extremely welcoming despite my now rusty French.

During the past two weeks, I've wiped down all the furniture and every square inch of the floor in my room, completed my week of "observation" and started teaching, discovered the joys (HA) of French administration, gone to a "Desperate Housewives party" (really a soiree des filles), and had the inaugural encounter with a sketchy old man. I've also come to appreciate and miss the quality/speed of internet in the US, having a car when going to the supermarche, and perhaps most importantly the racial consciousness that I take for granted on a day to day basis when in the US.

But Nancy is a cute, lively ville with lots to see and discover and Place Stanislas, though a little bit too ornate for my tastes, is easy on the eyes. And there's not too much more I could ask for.