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Another Expat in the City of Light: Finding ‘Home’ in Paris

by Marisa Gupta
Finding a home in Paris isn't easy when there are so many beautiful apartments to choose from, like this terraced house with French-flag themed doors (left) and this apartment with a full window that opens onto a courtyard (right).Letizia Bordoni/John Towner

Editor’s note: We love when writers share their personal experiences of making Paris their home on the blog. The expat experience is full of trials and errors, risks and rewards, and often the payoff is not at all what we expect. As expats, we take what we can get and accept beauty and life lessons whenever and wherever we find them. This post from Marisa Gupta combines the uniqueness of each of our experiences moving to a new place with some universals that come with the adventure that is living abroad.

Moving to Paris after many years as an expat in London, I expected my first few weeks in France to be smooth and uneventful. Paris, and its joie de vivre, had seduced me in ways London had not quite managed. It was nearby and somewhat of an old friend, as I had visited many times. With an elegant apartment lined up for my French partner and me, I was excited to embark upon my new life.

As an introverted freelance musician still getting to grips with the language, I knew might easily find myself without a niche, so I planned my first steps carefully. After renovating our apartment, I would unpack and decorate. We would proudly show off our chic home over the holidays, and then, I would studiously enroll in the Sorbonne’s French course. With a better command of the language, I would confidently embark upon building my life in Paris. The city’s charming pockets would soon become familiar to me, as I frequented its many quaint markets and independent shops.

Impressions from expat's early days in Paris, like the first time you see Paris' Art Nouveau covered passageways.Tristan Colangelo

As the Yiddish saying goes, “We plan, God laughs.”

In reality, renovations ran over by several weeks. Thanksgiving dinner was greasy takeout in a hotel room. The apartment was finally completed in time to unpack before Christmas, but right after moving in, I suffered a medical emergency. I practiced my French frantically calling doctors to schedule urgent treatment over the holidays. Instead of sparkling Christmas decorations highlighting the splendor of our Haussmann apartment, I spent the holidays recuperating amidst dusty boxes, while my partner miserably battled the flu. I didn’t venture much farther than the vicinity of our rough-around-the-edges neighborhood near Gare du Nord. I missed the registration deadline for the Sorbonne’s French course, and it was a few weeks before I felt well enough to receive visitors. Not quite the auspicious start I had envisioned.

Impressions from expat's early days in Paris and the bustle around Gare du Nord train station.Impressions from expat's early days in Paris, and exploring the places to see and things to do in Paris.Paul Fleury/Luc Mercelis

But the hiccups of those first few weeks had silver linings that made me appreciate my new city in ways I didn’t expect.

I had yet to obtain my French social security and was fearful of the cost of private treatment. Luckily, I found myself at the American Hospital, receiving excellent care at reasonable prices.

Despite their reputation for being impossibly rude, the French people I encountered were gracious and helpful—from shopkeepers to nurses, pharmacists and doctors. At the hospital I mistook my French doctor’s reserve for coldness and insensitivity. As I scratched the surface, I realized in his own quiet way, he was, in fact, expressing deep compassion.

Spending time mainly within the vicinity of our quartier, I fell in love with my new neighborhood—one that less adventurous Parisians might avoid. As an American from a mixed ethnic background living in Europe, the question “where is home?” has long been without an answer. At my Parisian doorstep, I may have found it—a neighborhood (like me) that is a true fusion of cultures: marrying the quintessentially French (Haussmann architecture, brasseries, boulangeries) with the Asian subcontinent (riotous colors and sounds, exotic produce, the fragrance of aromatic spices).
Impressions from expat's early days in Paris and getting the hang of weekend markets in the city and knowing where to buy exotic fruit.


Thanks to the bumpiness of these few weeks, I’ve seen Paris from a different angle. It is early days, but the unexpected richness gleaned from these experiences makes me hopeful of the journey to come.

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Written by Marisa Gupta for the HiP Paris Blog. Looking for a fabulous vacation rental in Paris, London, Provence, or Tuscany? Check out Haven in Paris.

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Marisa Gupta

Originally from Houston, Texas classical pianist Marisa Gupta spent most of her adult life in London after moving there as a student at the Royal Academy of Music. She now divides her time between the British capital and Paris. View Marisa Gupta's Website

One comment on “Another Expat in the City of Light: Finding ‘Home’ in Paris

The second picture reminds me of where Valérie Quennessen worked in the movie French Postcards. Paris is always a good idea. Cheers.

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