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 →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...
Read More →We all know that French Women Don’t Get Fat (now apparently French Children Don’t Throw Food either; when French Husbands Don’t Cheat is released, I will admit that the French are in fact perfect). It is true,...
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