just a frenchie girl living in a basically parisian world

A friend once told me that Parisians never directly look at you. When I asked what he meant he said that they will maybe look at you while you aren't looking and turn away their gaze just in time to avoid any bit of eye contact, or they'll stare at your reflection in the metro windows.  Lately I've been blatantly staring at a lot of Parisians. I've been glancing at their clothes, at their hair, at their faces of stone with my own stone cold face. There's an art to looking like you don't give a *merde*. It's an art I can appreciate. 

Normally, I don't crave chocolate but there's something about living in France that makes me want it. There's something about France, in general. The way of life is so much slower, my days are calmer, and I'm just truly enjoying myself! I just finished the Bonne Maman chocolate mousse that I bought at my local Carrefour City and it's true what they say about chocolate releasing endorphins. I just went for a run as well so needless to say I am one happy Stacie at the moment. Maybe that's why I decided to finally blog. Welcome to my first blog post about living in France. I wanted to do a daily blog, but the structure of doing so did not flow with me, so here I am finally creating my first post. I'm an English teaching assistant in Paris (well, basically Paris; where I teach is right outside the city's line), teaching English to primary students in a couple of France's public schools. I was formerly explaining American business immigration law to compa