Spring – Paris
Spring has sprung in Paris, the sun is out, the blossoms are in bloom, women are sunbaking by the Seine and Dolly Tatin, the fair-weather vegetarian, has returned after a brief sojourn in the...
Read More →Spring has sprung in Paris, the sun is out, the blossoms are in bloom, women are sunbaking by the Seine and Dolly Tatin, the fair-weather vegetarian, has returned after a brief sojourn in the...
Read More →Looks-wise my sister Sienna Millet and I are like two peas in a pod, however when it comes to our eating habits, we are more like chalk and cheese (me, obviously, being the...
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,...
Read More →I have arrived in Paris, my new home for the next four months, and have spent the last week sipping Sancerre in St Germain, perusing the paintings at Le Petit Palais, studying Stendhal by...
Read More →Virginia Woolf once claimed that ‘one cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well’ and after a few sleepless night’s in old London town, I decided what I...
Read More →I have arrived in London, the home of fish and chips, mushy peas, bubble and squeak…and my darling sister the health writing herbivore, lets call her Sienna Millet, who claims she gains a...
Read More →I have just quit my job after very brief cameo in the corporate coma to embark on a culinary adventure which will take me far and wide, expanding my horizons, and undoubtedly my...
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