The quick answer is that I don't live in the suburbs. I live in the middle of a city.
The more complex answer is that I don't see any point in doing a daily blog about life in France.
There are dozens of blogs like that. Every pretentious fuck who has read "A Year In Provence" is writing that type of blog hoping for their book deal.
And, if that's not your cup of tea, everyone who read "A Year In The Merde" is writing a blog about how shitty and ridiculous the French are, also hoping for a book deal.
I find both kinds of blogs to be total horseshit. France is not this idealistic wonderland that the Provence people describe it, nor is it that hopeless hell of frustration the Merde people talk about.
For me, it's just home. It's a place I love and that feels right to me. It's not perfect, but, unless you are at the post office, it's not horrible either.
It's where I feel comfortable and doesn't feel exotic enough in either direction for me to write about.
It's where I get up every morning, read Fleshbot, then write for about three or four hours to make money, then hang out with my friends for a few beers and then come home and watch movies on my television.
Sure, if something new and interesting enters my world that a million people haven't blogged about already I'll do it. That's why I wrote about new Japanese arcade in town. But, in general, there just isn't enough material here (unless I wanted to write about infidelity in town or some of the criminals we've known - both of which are best left unspoken.)
So, instead, I write about what I do find interesting - which may or may not be your cup of tea, but nobody is making you drink it.