Soiree

Lesson one from the first party I went to in Paris. Despite what my high school French teacher said, it is not called a "boum". It is a "soiree". This little faux pas garnered some roaring laughter from my interlocutor.

Lesson two is that parties everywhere are the same, everyone gets on a lot better after a few drinks.

Lesson three is educated Parisiens speak much better English than I can speak French and will only tolerate my French to tell me "it's cute".

Lesson four is that raw cauliflower counts as a reasonable party nibble.

Lesson five is that the last metro is at 2am so either get ready to leave at 1.30 or be ready to hang out till 5.