When I arrived in Le Havre last fall to be an English teaching assistant in French public schools, I never imagined that come January, I’d find myself in Paris, sitting in a roomful of business people at a seminar on global finance, as part of work for an international investment research firm.
I remember that afternoon at the Franprix like it was last week. It was my first month in France, and I was at the small discount grocery store just down the block from my apartment in the 10th arrondissement, on my habitual pre-dinner jaunt to collect a full complement of ingredients for a fresh meal – all without venturing more than a block from my door. With abundant fresh fruit and vegetable stands, butchers, boulangeries and alimentation shops (small stores with basic cooking needs), rue du Faubourg St.
