Tanya in Transition is the blog of Tanya (and you know, I’ve only just realised how French that sounds…. shouldn’t it be This is Tanya’s Blog rather than C’est Le Blog de Tanya?) – anyway it’s Tanya’s blog and Tanya comes from Toronto and now lives in Nice.
Now, I did (just for a second, and only for a second, mind you!) wonder if I should warn Tanya, as she has only recently arrived here, about some of the more wilder elements of the expat community in France.
But, upon seeing the comments left on her About Page, I realised that it was too late!
Mixing with the wrong crowd….
She’d already met (in an electronic sense) people like Piglet in France, Sara in Le Petit Village and Paris (im)perfect (although I do have to admit that Sion, the perfectly wonderful person who is paris (im)perfect, is pretty well behaved compared to the first two!) – thus, no hope for her!
Anyway, I reflected that France was the country that created the word… Triage and that the best I could hope for was that Tanya hadn’t been too badly corrupted and was still worth reviewing.
So, on with the review……
The blog starts in March 2010 with the words…. “My beloved is on his way to Paris as I type…“
Is Tanya missing her beloved? Well, I’m sure she was but she did seem more interested in having cereal for dinner!
Still, I don’t want her to get in any trouble so let’s move along….
Only two weeks later we find Tanya in Nice, fighting crime!
Oh, this girl doesn’t hang around!
Tanya does Paris…..
Now, whilst in Paris, Tanya and D shared a dinner of cheese doodles and water.
Now I don’t know what a doodle is but if it is related in any way to doggie Doo Doo then I, who will eat most things, just have to take my hat off to you, Tanya! Bravo!
I couldn’t help noticing, from the comments, that Tanya seems to have made contact with Delana from Du Jour. I’m not sure if this means anything but I do have that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
You know the one; the one you get when your only child comes home from school with all their hair hacked off and a safety pin through their nose?
Whilst in Paris Tanya gets told that… “You are a tableau, a work of art” by a crazy Italian guy and then asked for her autograph by one of the crazy people!
Well, as you probably know, the reason that I don’t go to Paris anymore is that every time that I do go there, all my time seems to be taken up getting chased around by Italians telling me that I’m a table and by Crazy people who want my autograph!
What really hurts is that all the Crazy people (and maybe the Italians as well, who knows?) mistakenly think that I’m George East!
The other guy from Brittany!
Food and drink and itchy feet….
Well, you do want to know everything about this blog, don’t you?
Tanya tells us all about Rosé wine. I wonder who introduced her to that?
I’ve noticed that La Mom left her first comment here on May 20th – coincidence?
And whilst Tanya does know about fish, she does ask… “what on earth is loup de mer?”
Sea Bass, girl – called Bar in the north.
Now, at first Tanya put down her itchy feet to… “following a few glasses of muscat with a few glasses of rosé for lunch all combined with the heat…”
Could be, or it could be down to wearing flip flops?
Many doctors, however, would have noticed that Karin from An (alien) Parisienne showed up in the comments on June 15th and might have taken this into account when prescribing a cure?
Guns, neighbours and the Name of The Game…
Tuula (from Le Petit France Blog) turns up in the comments in early June. A calming influence, perhaps?
It appears not!
In no particular order Tanya manages to Lock herself out of her Apartment (she pretends that she did it on purpose but I know better!), buys water pistols so as to have fun gunning down the pigeons brave enough to venture her way and listens to The Name of the Game by Abba!
Now, I wasn’t going to mention her terrible taste in music but, as Tanya herself says…. “That’s when the crazy shouting and screaming in French started!”
Stick with Johnny Hallyday, girl. That’s my advice! You can’t go wrong with a little Johnny!
Yum, yum, yum for my tum, tum, tum!!!
My goodness… “Yum, yum, yum for my tum, tum, tum!!!” – this girl is as bad as me!
Now I know that I take food rather seriously but it is a rare pleasure to meet someone who shares my own enjoyment of it.
Read this and join in… “We bought mérou, which I learned later is grouper. Oh, it was delish. I seasoned it with some salt/seaweed mix we had bought and a little pepper and then grilled it. Yum, yum, yum for my tum, tum, tum!!!”
What a perfect review!
Now, I bet AA Gill wishes he could write like that?
I bet if he could, Gordon Ramsay wouldn’t keep chucking him out of his restaurants!
Soon there’ll won’t be a blogger in France who hasn’t done so. I’d better rush and try to make some sort of intelligent comment myself, before it’s too late!
You know, I could let this all get me down! Tanya has only been in France five minutes and she knows everyone.
I’ve been here nearly eight years and the only person I know is George East and he only tolerates me because all the Crazies in Paris (and there are quite a few, let me tell you!) chase after me thinking that I’m him!
So, summing up….
Well, what can I say?
I could try to be professional and tell you that Tanya in Transition is a lovely blog by a lovely woman who lives in Nice and plays with water pistols.
Or I could be honest and tell you that Tanya in Transition is a lovely blog by a lovely woman who lives in Nice and who has already met (electronically, you understand) all of the most baddest, maddest Life in France bloggers and seems to have lived to tell the tale?
Oh, and she also plays with water pistols!
You can choose which summary you prefer.
Either way I’d suggest that you pop down to Tanya in Transition and a have a good look round yourself.
And me? Well, I’m going to take a look at The Weekend that Was!
You see, I’m dying to find out… “What do Pierre Cardin and the Marquis de Sade have in common?”
Perhaps it’s to do with their “not before my coffee” look on their faces?
Sorry Tanya, just couldn’t resist that!
All the best