In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a growing phenomenon here in Paris.
The female expat blogger.
I Heart Paris, Prete Moi Paris, Posted in Paris...
So much love for Paris!
Even those who live in other fabulous cities—Carol, Candice, Andi—can’t help but blog about Paris.
Some bloggers are cheeky. Irreverent. Self-deprecating & modest. Just plain hip.
Some came for Love.
Some love the cocktails. The sweets. Just eating in general.
There’s the lovely Alien Parisienne, the hilarious American Mom in Paris and… Just Another American in Paris.
Some help us discover Paris, know Paris better, live in Paris—if only for a few weeks.
Every month that I'm here, I'm more and more aware of this growing phenomenon. Sometimes it makes me self-conscious. That I'm just another Anglochick blogging in Paris, gushing about its views and pastries and gardens and fashion and exhibitions and quirky customs and—gasp!—don't you just love Paris?! (I do.)
But then I've been having the chance to meet more of these women—last night, grace à the efforts of Andi & Erica (merci, mademoiselles!)—and it makes me feel happy and a little bit proud and quite connected. Which is no small feat in Paris.