It’s no surprise that when I fell for a man in Paris he was wearing a tall white hat. For years, I stacked cookbooks on my bedside table and read them before I fell asleep. Saturday morning, I set off… Read More ›
eating a michelin star meal in Paris
In Search of a Great Meal in Paris
I love a great meal, but I’m not a foodie. A hint of black truffles in the soup? I have no idea what that means. Recently I saw a wine menu which described one choice as having hints of “dust… Read More ›
The World In Between 