An “Accident” of Roussanne

It’s our first week in Paris and I’m constantly thirsty. The city has consistently kept temperatures above 85 degrees and the humidity IS NOT PLAYING. I also feel a perpetual need to walk eight miles a day and indulge in nothing but baguette and chocolate, so that could also be drying out my mouth, but…

Shout Out to Sancerre

It’s movie-selling time in the south of France this week, meaning that the creme de la creme (and actual festering pile of dung, Woody Allen) are all going to be sipping rosé on the beach, while we simple folk enjoy turbulent pre-summer weather and potential Zika virus infection. Très charmant! Thankfully, this means more hidden…

Strawberry Fields Forever

My longest and closest friend is the only person who can get me to legitimately piss myself laughing. It isn’t even intelligent humor; we joke about trash and awful sex. When we get together, our respective lives are checked at the door. I’ve gone months without even a text, graduating college, getting a job, boyfriend, some…