So my original destination on my quest for an overseas adventure was Paris.
Planning to work and live there somehow, I basically barreled into the country and started looking for work. Having been to Paris a few times before, it wasn't a completely new city to me, although trying to see it from the perspective of a resident rather than a tourist was a bit of a challenge at the beginning.
Staying in a hostel, I began distributing my French CV's to hotels and anywhere else I thought I would be capable of working. Although my French is good, I didn't think it would quite up to the standard of working in a customer service/retail environment.
But alas, after roughly three weeks of interviews that led nowhere and constant stress, I began to lose hope. Having had London in the back of my mind as a backup for some time, I decided to apply online for some jobs over there just in case. It was then I received a request for an interview. HALLELUJAH.
Drinking in my last few days in the French capital, I caught a (horribly early) flight to London. But I felt my time in Paris had been so significant it definitely deserved a blog post, as I met so many wonderful people and had many fun (and questionable) experiences. Here's a few snaps from my time as a Parisian:
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