Bistrot Paul Bert – Paris
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 →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...
Read More →There are lots of things the French are very good at – baguettes, wine, cheese, not getting fat off baguettes wine & cheese, affairs, well behaved dogs and going on strike, to name...
Read More →It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a Parisian apartment must be in want of visitors. Indeed I was misguided to ever think that I would be...
Read More →Little brother Burrata Obama and long time lover Linguine Lohan arrived in Paris last week. Having had a bad experience here two years ago (they ordered pasta at a restaurant, got caught in...
Read More →“Oh mon dieu ull we will eet is pooding…” moaned Brad Pitta, my Moroccan-French beau, on hearing that we were heading to London for a weekend to visit my mum and sister. The “everysing-eez-better-in-France”...
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