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Paris Insiders

With Love, From Paris

Story by Linda Donahue, Editor in Chief

Sometimes I get so busy sharing my love of Paris with friends, family and readers, that I don’t take the time to appreciate all of the things that made me fall in love with the city, in the first place. (more…)


Paris Playgroup Protocol

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

Are you following your spouse to Paris for a three year expat gig? (more…)


Diary of a Working Mom

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

What a fun first few days back at work. Here’s how hard La Mom worked: (more…)


Naughty But Nice in Paris

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

Ahh, Paris – the city of love.

Hey, I fell for it – with a backdrop of Notre Dame and a sparkling Eiffel Tower as petillante as the champagne in my glass, Big Cheese didn’t have to work too hard to woo me. (more…)


Poor Little Rich Girl

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

I think I’ve found a silver lining to the economic crisis. Hang on – make that lining platinum. There are so many going-away parties that La Mom is getting personal guided tours of Paris’ premium real estate. (more…)


I’m Cheating…

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

On my hairdresser that is.

And one of the expat moms told him.

I’ve been seeing Michel, my Mane Man, since I was La Single Girl in Paris. He’s been with me through all of the milestones in life. He massaged my scalp during a big break-up and gave me a new lease on life with a great cut and sexy highlights. He’s been with me through the fun stuff like marriage and French Fries. (more…)


Flash in the Pan

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

I’ve discovered there’s more than one way to be the most popular mom at the school fair. (more…)


Hot for Teacher in Paris

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

Sing it with La Mom:

I think of all the education that I missed.
But then my homework was never quite like this.
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I’m hot for teacher.
I got it bad, so bad, I’m hot for teacher. (more…)


Road Rage, Paris Style

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

It’s official. I’m a real Parisienne.

It doesn’t have anything to do with my clothes, perfume, or certain je ne sais quoi that I’ve tried desperately to cultivate. It’s because I can cuss somebody out in rush-hour traffic.

You’d think that bearing the fruit of his loins would make Big Cheese proud of me, but no. It’s the fact that I’ve started honking and gesticulating wildly in true Parisian fashion that has him grinning from ear to ear. Especially since I cracked down on his voiture etiquette after Big Fry was born.

That was then:

Big Cheese (honking): Putain de merde, connard! (translation: unprintable)

La Mom: Honey, get a grip on it! You know how they repeat everything at this age.

Big Fry: Connard! (translation: unprintable)

This is now:

La Mom: If I flip the bird at someone, does that mean “va te faire foutre”?

Big Cheese: Quoi?

La Mom: The other day this guy stopped at a red light, signaled that he was turning right, and started reversing into me. He saw a parking place at the last minute and wanted to back up into it.

Big Cheese: In the middle of traffic? What did you do?

La Mom: Well, first I started laying on the horn and then he yelled at me, so I flipped him off, pulled into the lane of oncoming traffic, rolled down the window and screamed “Va te faire foutre, connard!”

Big Cheese: Je t’aime.

Small Fry: Connard!

La Mom is an American mom living in Paris (16th arrondissement) for over a decade. She has a French husband (Big Cheese) and two French Fries (Big Fry & Small Fry). Visit her blog at http://lamomparis.blogspot.com.


Paris Tanorexics: It’s Official

blog_headline_imageBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

France’s Sunday newspaper, Le Journal du Dimanche confirmed something that I’ve been thinking for years, with this front page headline:

FRANCE IGNORES SUN DANGER

The headline and two page article about skin cancer increasing and how the French are ignorant when it comes to protecting themselves from the sun was like having a big present wrapped with a beautiful ribbon dropped into my lap!

I just know I’ll be refering to this newspaper article for…the rest of my life in France!

paris-sunbathersYou see, La Mom and her expat friends have been on the receiving end of far too many smarty remarks about how ridiculous we are protecting our kids from the sun.

And then there’s the passive-agressive approach witnessed by Texas Mom. Her kids just spent a month on vacation with grand-maman in Cannes. When Texas Mom picked them up, not only were their faces dark brown, but their noses and eyelids were still sunburned! While emptying their suitcase she found the bottle of SPF 50 pediatric sunblock she packed unopened and in it’s original packaging.

French Mother-in-Law: 1, Texas Mom: 0. Can you say ‘what the heck’ in French?

Tanning is a national sport here. At la rentrée, when people come back from their long summer vacations, Paris turns into one big tanfest. Everyone – granparents, the local butcher, the newspaper kiosk salesman, French poodles, and even small children are all competing to hear, “Oh la la! What a nice tan you have!” The deeper and darker, the better.

So I’ve decided to do my part to help educate zee French! I’m going to photocopy this article and give it to all of my expat friends to whip out when we hear comments from the Frenchies like these every summer:

“Why doesn’t she just dress them in winter coats to go swimming.”
(Muttered behind my back as I was dressing the French Fries in UV protectant swim shirts)

“You never let the kids do anything. Why can’t they play in the sandbox? It’s hot outside.”
(Of course it’s hot, it’s 1PM and the sandbox has zero shade, why would I let them go out there even with sunblock on?)

“Why do you waste so much time putting sunblock on them? They don’t need it. They’re white, some color is what they need!”

“A tan is a sign of social standing. It’s shows everyone that you’ve been on vacation.”

“What do they need hats for? The sun is out, it’s not raining.”
(My point exactly)

And my favorite comment of all courtesy of my very own Big Cheese,

“Lay off the sunblock! I’m sick of being the only one who has kids coming back from vacation white!”

Looks like I have a long road ahead of moi, but education begins at home right?

La Mom is an American mom living in Paris (16th arrondissement) for over a decade. She has a French husband (Big Cheese) and two French Fries (Big Fry & Small Fry). Visit her blog at http://lamomparis.blogspot.com.



La Mom’s Dinner Party ROI

blog_headline_imageBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

In Paris, almost everybody (especially if you are married with kids) gets invited to or throws dinner parties in their apartments on Saturday evenings. It’s customary to bring the hostess a gift (in addition to an excellent bottle of Saint Emilion or Champagne). Usually flowers or candles do the trick.

Last night, we attended a dinner party of American & English playgroup parents. The parents all had classic expat professions: lawyers, IT execs, diplomats. Then there was the couple who I’ll just call the Fords. Mr. Ford works in fashion.

Everyone wants to be friends with the Fords. The moms really, really do. The Fords must have a packed social calendar – with invitations here, there, and everywhere. Especially since word on the street is that Madame Ford gives the best hostess gifts ever! She takes things one step beyond the traditional gift of flowers and showers her hostesses in leather.

As in designer leather.

As in designer leather bags from Tod’s.

OK, so they are the low-end bags, but who cares? Better than rien, right?

tods-handbag-gwyneth-paltrow

Photo courtesy of Tod's

Apparently Mrs. Ford’s second cousin’s wife’s brother’s boyfriend’s roomate’s sister is one of the designers (and friends with Gwyneth Paltrow who’s the new spokesperson for Tod’s) and her husband is a VP of one their biggest resellers in Europe. Looks like they have more connections than I do and a very deep discount on bags to be able to offer them to all the moms who invite them over for dinner!

The Fords just moved here 8 months ago and they have quickly become THE couple to have at your dinner parties and their kids are the most sought after for playdates. Their nanny is the best-accessorized nanny at school. She’s got a Tod’s chocolate brown leather custom-made diaper bag in addition to her seven other bags that she matches to her Tod’s shoes. One for everyday of the week!

Every cute little fashionista (and hip mom) on the streets of Paris carries a Gerard Darel bag, but you always know who’s had the Fords over for dinner on a Saturday night because at the Park Monceau on Monday afternoon you’ll see a mommy friend with a brand new Tod’s bag hanging on her stroller. Now that’s what I call a Dinner Party Return-On-Investment, n’est –ce pas?!!

La Mom is an American mom living in Paris (16th arrondissement) for over a decade. She has a French husband (Big Cheese) and two French Fries (Big Fry & Small Fry). Visit her blog at http://lamomparis.blogspot.com.


Meet La Mom

la-mom-parisBonjour! Wonder what living in Paris is really like? What the tourists don’t see? Then meet La Mom, Parisien Salon’s newest insider and the author of a fabulously popular blog. We’ll let her introduce herself to you: (more…)