L’Éclair de Génie – Paris
Before I arrived in Paris I had an image of how I would look as I strutted around the City of Love; legs as long as those on a glass of vintage rouge,...
Read More →Before I arrived in Paris I had an image of how I would look as I strutted around the City of Love; legs as long as those on a glass of vintage rouge,...
Read More →Eating a crêpe in Paris is not just a cliché – like getting stuck in a strike, or coming away from the Louvre with a photo of someone else taking a photo of the Mona Lisa –...
Read More →I have truly turned Parisian. For the past 7 months I complained incessantly about the never-ending winter. “Oh la la c’est pas vrai, comme il fait froid” was the standard war cry I...
Read More →When I first arrived in Paris, during a debaucherous weekend of eating and drinking (which was to set the tone for the next 12 months) I found myself sitting grumpily in an uncomfortable wooden chair,...
Read More →After an indulgent week spent sipping hot chocolate, flirting over fondue, oh and of course skiing the slopes, in Courchevel, the deliciously dashing Leonardo DiCarpaccio and I arrived back in Paris on a...
Read More →A year making pastries and reviewing restaurants was never going to be conducive to weight loss, but I feel that greater forces are against me in my quest to stay svelte. When I...
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