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My love for Paris began when I was 23 years old. I had just completed a bachelor’s degree in French, which meant that while I had read the works of Voltaire and Balzac, I spoke the language only well enough to have a short conversation with a real person, and usually an English person also trying to speak French! As luck would have it, I was among a handful of Canadian graduates to be awarded a coveted fellowship for further study. It was called “le poste de l’assistant” and it provided an all-expenses-paid-year to be an English teaching assistant in a middle school in France. At a time when exotic travel was still pretty new, it was like winning the lottery.


I was posted to Grenoble, a beautiful city in the foothills of the Alps in a southeast corner of France. But first I had to spend a few days of orientation in Paris. There were other students from Canada, the US, the UK, Australia and New Zealand and I remember our first day so well– a couple of hundred of us gathered in the large domed auditorium at the Sorbonne. Yes, la Sorbonne for Pete’s sake!


I had never been this far away from home and would spend the year with little communication with my family. This was the mid-seventies. There was no email, smartphones, or Skype back then, only snail mail and as I remember there was a six-month mail strike in Canada while I was away!


Yet despite that, I felt right at home in France and those first few days in Paris made quite the impression on me.


Three things, in particular, stood out.


It was the first and only time I waited in that interminably long line to see the inside of Notre Dame Cathedral. But so worth the wait. I went right to the top!


I took to the French cuisine instantly (and in a few months of eating half a baguette for breakfast, and three courses for lunch I would climb from 105 pounds to 137), even though I found a cockroach in my soup at a Paris bistro and watched the waiter simply scoop it out without an apology.


Most memorable — I shared a cheap, very cheap hotel room, on the busy boulevard Saint-Michel with another Canadian girl and when we returned one afternoon earlier than expected, we found two women in our room involved in the most curious way. The hotelier said he figured we would not be back so soon and had sublet our room for a little afternoon delight! My roommate vented her outrage for the both of us using French words that we had heard but never had an opportunity to use — while I stayed quiet, secretly enchanted by the unexpected drama! What other surprises awaited me in the City of Light? — I couldn’t wait to find out!


  1. Patricia Carroll on October 10, 2018 at 7:58 am

    Ditto your experience….tho I was there in 1968…year of student revolution and the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia….What a summer! What an education outside of my sheltered Canadian womb!

    • Diana Bishop on October 10, 2018 at 9:36 am

      Those were heady days! Thanks for your comments and I hope you will subscribe! Diana

  2. Trudy Van Buskirk on October 21, 2018 at 3:02 pm

    I too had just graduated (in 1972) with a Bachelors degree in French (my paternal grandmother was French Canadian) and I took my first plane trip to France that summer. I was in “courses for English speaking” people at the university i n Aix en Provence. All of us lived in the dormitories there and that summer I chummed with 2 American sisters and a Scottish girl.

    When the course was over in August they and I took the Orient Express from Marseillle to Paris for a few days.


    My mom died 10 years ago and one of my brothers kept a lot of her things. He went through them recently and found that Mom had kept most of the letters I wrote home that summer. What a wonderful walk down memory lane reading them was 🙂

    • Diana Bishop on October 21, 2018 at 7:27 pm

      Trudy — thank you for your comments. I am glad you feel about France the way I do. And there is a little bit of Paris in every woman I believe. Thank you for reading my blog and keep the comments coming!

  3. Joyce Robinson on December 10, 2018 at 8:36 am

    Diana: I am so enjoying your blog. What a drama it must have been for you to return to your hotel room to find two women involved in the most curious way. I would have been horrified at that age. The absolute audacity of the hotelier!

    • Diana Bishop on December 10, 2018 at 2:38 pm

      Thank you so much Joyce—It was a long time ago…and as young woman I thought it was kind of exciting. But yes, imagine!

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