We were at a barbecue in Colombes, a little town 20 minutes from St. Lazare train station in Paris, people were drinking cold beer and munching on the guacamole I had prepared, which, by the way, was the most expensive guacamole ever, since the avocados were more than two euros each. The whole afternoon they […]

Leer Más "One more time"

Even though I am Mexican, and very much proud of it, I think that by writing down my thoughts in English I might be approachable to a wider audience. That being stated, I think that it would also be good to remark that I’ll be chiming in here and there some words in French, because, […]

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Sunny Sundays in Paris are made for: Waking up late, brunch, strolling down Haussmann Boulevard, lying on parks, drinking tea, napping on fresh sheets, buying sweet clementines from the street market, riding bikes, and kissing on the metro

Leer Más "Things to do on a sunny Sunday in Paris"

After almost a year, I think it’s time to start to tell my story.

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