Who knew that two months could be so long, and yet so short? I come upon the end of my program with both a relief and a sadness–while I am ready to go home, I realize that this is the end of a period of my life. It is unlikely that I will ever live…

I have one week left. I knew the time would fly, and fly it did. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost two months already. This city is beautiful, historic, and full of surprises. And yet, I’m quite ready to go home. My urge to leave is partially due to what I miss from home….

I have to start this post with an apology. As a part of my BUS 1910 course, I am required to write these blog posts and, in the process, treat on a certain number of subjects. One of said subjects is the organizational and professional culture of my firm and other firms in my industry….

Here, the sun sets at 9:30 or 10PM. While this may be charming and romantic, lighting up the beautiful crenellations and elegant statuettes on the Haussmanian boulevards, some nights it is simply impractical. Clear, glowing light at 10PM is not conducive for sleep! The longer that I stay here, I feel less like a tourist…

When thinking about international business in reference to Galerie Maeght, the first thing that comes to my mind is bubble wrap. Lots and lots of bubble wrap. It is kept shoved into a drawer near the framing table, and the rest of the stores of it are kept in the basement, rolled into huge cylinders….

What is a gallery’s product? It may seem like the obvious answer is “art,” but it’s not quite so clear-cut as that. You may think of our customers as the person who comes in and buys the painting, but the greatest majority of the people who come in are there to do what most of us do…

Two weeks, and the timer goes for me to clean my act up. Certainly any part of a good internship is being forced to push one’s comfort zones and to grow through the presented challenges. This is easier said than done. It’s still fairly early in this game, but my main challenge seem to be…

Every day, I remember that I am working in a world-class gallery. A few days ago, I walked in, greeted my coworkers, and went to put away my coat and start the day. As I pulled my head out of the coat closet, I turned a bit to the right, and my gaze caught the…

In the orientations both preceding and following our arrival in France, myself and my fellow travelers had one point driven into our heads. The French are different. I found two specific points of difference to be particularly intriguing. We were told that Americans are quicker to form social relationships, and American culture is more about…