rosaleah's blog

I am an expat living in Paris. I moved here from New York two years ago and see no end in sight. My boyfriend is here, my friends are here, and my gorgeous apartment overlooking the Seine is here- and rent-controlled. All in all, I like living in Paris, but there are still things I miss about New York. The cross-dressing diva who struts around in couture in Greenwich village as if the entire neighbourhood is his/her catwalk; opening night in Chelsea where you can gallery-hop and get free drinks on any given Thursday, and, of course, Sunday brunch. Every Sunday, I would pick up a Sunday Times, grab a coffee to go and meet my friends for brunch. We would debate the front page, dissect the style section, lament over the real estate section and, of course, tortuously mock the wedding announcements....