Hi, I’m sous les toits. I’m English and I’ve lived in Paris for nearly four years. This means I’ve developed a taste for red wine, stinky cheese and shrugging at the end of sentences. It also means I can no longer drink what passes for coffee in England. However, I do remain faithful to the baked bean.
Stick with me for Paris tips, general musings and occasional angry rants.
What else? Oh yes, I miss my cat.