Miznon – Paris
We all know I don’t make friends with salad (although I do have a very unfortunate fondness for les salauds) but after three days of hard-core, and I might add rather uncharacteristic, juice detoxing...
Read More →Before I moved to Paris I had imagined being seduced by throngs of charming French men complete with berets and constant three day stubble and double barrel first names beginning with Jean; but...
Read More →Imagine; a (wallpapered) leafy street tucked away in an urban jungle, lined with quaint colourful caravans proffering an assortment of delicious deletable delights. A magical land accessible only by a ladder at the...
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