Now that January has hit New York City, I'm having pangs of Paris envy: my mom and I took advantage of cheap airline tickets and spent 10 days in Paris on my long winter break when I was in college a few times. They were my favorite mother-daughter...
As the weather gets chillier and I go longer and longer without a proper pain au chocolat, I really start to miss Nice. Even though I realize I'd never want to live there full-time--which has more to do with the endless red tape of French bureaucracy...
When I decided to visit Croatia, I realized there was no way I'd be able to go to Europe without at least a stopover in Nice: I spent seven months living in this Mediterranean gem, but with studying French, two jobs, a blog and a social life, I...
I have a love/hate relationship with Old Nice: the winding network of cobbled streets and vividly-colored shutters are crowded with terrace tables and slow-walking tourists. For seven months, I lived on the edge of Place Garibaldi: overlooking the...
Confession: I spent a week in Nice and didn’t do one cultural activity, unless you count drinking rosé and eating pissaladiere. Instead, I went to the beach. Instead, I went to the beach. I went to beaches with pebbles, beaches with sand, beaches...