26/01/2026
The 2016 nostalgia has been contagious lately, and I've succumbed. It's been 10 years since I moved to Paris.
It took us years to stop the constant comparison with our previous life in Shanghai. It took us years to make Paris slowly, steadily, our home. Somewhere between school gates, shared meals, projects with clients, and years of simply showing up, we built something that didn’t exist here for us back then: a village.
Mid-way through, antagonised by world events (lockdowns, social isolation, aggravated loneliness), there were many moments when I was miserable. Now, taking stock again five years on, when I talk about my life in France, I complain from a place of love (really!)
Read more about it on my latest article (link in bio)
And if you're admiring our intricately beautiful family portrait, it's the magic of Stephanie Violo that graces our entrance, mingling & melding French, Chinese & Pakistani architecture into an altogether new cityscape, unique to us.