Le cul entre les deux chaises

An American Spaniard in France or: How I Learned to Make an Ass of Myself in Three Cultures

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Monoprix further negates need to go to US

I apologize for the poor iPhone quality of this picture, but I was so excited to find Burt’s Bees products here in France that I was too shaken up to dig my actual camera out of my bag.

Burt's Bees at MonoprixThis Tutankhamun’s tomb (aka KV62) -level discovery happened at the Monoprix near the La Motte Picquet métro stop but I later found the same items at the one off République near the Temple métro station.

If you’re not familiar with the Burt’s Bees family of products, get your hands on some now! The cuticle cream (to which I am obsessively devoted) is wonderful and does miracles for hands in all conditions. Within easy reach of this very computer, I have four different BB hand cream products because they are legitimately the best.

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Very Important Peanuts

Honestly, the name alone would have gotten me to buy these peanuts I came across at the Monoprix near my Opéra movie theaters.

ViP 1

That I also happen to love peanuts and am fond of both barbecue and Indian food meant that I was definitely going to buy them.

ViP 2

“Warning may contain nuts”

That these “New York” peanuts were totally unfamiliar to me is not surprising since there’s nothing New York or even American about them.

These "New York" peanuts can even be found "as far afield as the US."

These “New York” peanuts can even be found “as far afield as the US.”

That they tasted not very much at all like barbecue or Indian food should not have come as a shock. That they were well roasted and not at all greasy was.

ViP 4

Verdict: would eat again though I wouldn’t seek them out.