Your studio’s kitchen sink is in your shower and the toilet is on the landing–and you share it with three other people.
You complain about public transport strikes while secretly enjoying an excuse to be late for work.
If you have a dog, it’s likely dining out with you tonight.
You are fifteen minutes late to every appointment.
Le Fooding is the only restaurant guide you trust.
You wouldn’t dream of arriving at a party before 8pm.
You can dodge sidewalk dog poo without even looking down.
Your late night party options got a whole lot more interesting when the Vélib rolled into town.
You pity your friends who live beyond the périphérique.