My town's got a chinatown too!

Yes, it's true. I've left the Chinatown of Paris. No more 13th arrondissement for me. But it's okay, because that means I get to walk around the Chinatown of the world's second largest French speaking city, my hometown, Montreal! After a little under a year away and the longest chunk of time I've ever spent outside of Canada, I've learned to view the familiar through the eyes of a tourist, and by jove, it's kinda fun! The best part is, there are plenty of weird and beautiful things here too. Who knew?

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.