I'm right again, I'm Chinatown

Let it be no secret that I absolutely ADORE the Chinatown of Paris. Nestled near the periphery in the 13th arrondissement, it’s more subdued than the North American Chinatowns I’ve visited, and at the same time, doesn’t really feel like Paris too much. I guess it makes sense that a girl who doesn’t really dig the local flavour might seek refuge in the city’s more ethnic neighbourhoods. Classy French Chinatown, you are one of the few things I will miss along with Jewish falafels, Sojade soygurt, and inexpensive (yet delicious!) red wine.

December in the thirteenth

December was a month filled with visa trials and tribulations. And by visa I mean, a valid visa in France need be supported by a French carte de séjour. And where might these carte de séjour getting headquarters be? Why, Cité Universitaire, of course. What might be around Cité Universitaire, you ask? Not a whole helluva lot, I must admit. But, and there is always a but, the thirteenth does boast this charming autumnal view, to which I say: Oooh! Ahhh!