Posts by Yvonne Shao:

  • Cute striped black and brown kitten lying on the floor, looking ahead like a Sphinx

    Paris Cats Part 4: Finding a Pet Sitter in Paris

    The hardest part of cat care in Paris, in my opinion, is finding a sitter while you’re on vacation. Our Paris neighbors are aloof and sophisticated, unlikely candidates for dealing with poop. The first time we went on vacation in France, Sam asked the vet about sitters, and he recommended several cat hotels.

  • A close-up picture of a beautiful gray Kitty with green eyes, looking up.

    Paris Cats Part 3: Taking Paris Cats to the Vet

    Moving to Paris is already an adventure, but we decided to make it more exciting by adopting kittens. I had to utilize my high school French skills and even lie a little bit, as described in Parts 1 and 2 of Paris Cats. Today, we discuss cat care in the city of light. We adopted two skinny kittens, and my husband and son promised to do 100% of the care because I was suffering from Pet Fatigue.

  • A cute gray tiger kitty with pale green eyes looking upwards.

    Paris Cats Part 2: How to Adopt Parisian Kitties (Lie)

    I didn’t want cats when we got to Paris, but my husband, Sam, and the last remaining kid at home, Caleb, talked me into it. I was tired of fur and destroyed furniture and paw prints on the kitchen counter, but in a moment of weakness, I caved. Sam and Caleb called me from the cat adoption agency. Between them they didn’t speak enough French to satisfy the cat adoption people.

  • A cute striped grey cat with its head and large round caramel-colored eyes peeking out from under a blanket.

    Paris Cats Part 1: Picking a French Kitty, or Two

    By the time we moved to Paris, I was tired of pets. That’s why I put my foot down when we got to Paris. No pets. Caleb was the only kid left at home, and he’s going to college in four years, so there was no use getting pets. However, it soon became clear that the entire future happiness and wellbeing of two-thirds of the family was in jeopardy unless we got a cat.

  • People stopping to look at a makeshift photography exhibition on the streets of the Marais neighbourhood in Paris.

    Having a French Name Doesn’t Make You French

    When we got the idea to move to France, I thought my problems were over. Yvonne is a French name! People had been asking me if I was French for as long as I could remember, so I pictured myself enfolded into French society, welcomed as a long-lost daughter, among my own people at last. Then I got to France, and that didn’t happen.

  • HiP Paris Blog uncovers the secret of the la bise. Paris rooftops and Eiffel Tower views.

    La Bise: The Art of the French Air Kiss

    As a new Parisienne, I was baffled by la bise. I was raised in Texas, where the traditional greeting was a full-contact hug. When I later moved to California, I learned that there were three options for hugs. Then I moved to Paris and much to my surprise: They were kissing each other.

  • Have Paris all to yourself in summer, before la rentrée, in September, when the locals are back from the holidays.

    La Rentrée: Paris Re-Awakens

    Paris stretched. It was time to get back to work, and she was ready. Some people need springtime to feel reborn, but Paris just needs La Rentrée.

  • Bikini shopping in Paris offers plenty of choices like this red polka dot bikini worn by a girl looking out at the ocean.

    Paris Summer Prep Lesson Two: The Bikini

    At age 50, I moved to Paris. Impressed by the casual sexiness of the locals, I updated my wardrobe and skin care regime. But now it’s swimsuit season. Quelle horreur!

  • HiP Paris Blog covers one writer's summer prep in Paris so you can have legs like this girl's wearing a skirt and lying on a Paris rooftop with her boyfriend.

    Paris Summer Prep Lesson One: Legs

    No matter their age, Parisians’ clothing fits like a dream, their hair and makeup look effortless, and their posture says they’re very proud of their torsos. Young women wear skinny jeans with tops that drape over their cleavage like Greek statues, middle-aged women wear breezy knee-length sundresses that show their collarbones, and senior citizens look elegant with their silver hair, red lipstick, and heels.