Every time I’m in Paris with a few hours to spare, I end up in the Louvre. And every time I’m in the Louvre, I end up in Room 403 of the Denon wing, standing in front of the same piece of white marble, marveling at it along with everyone else. Psyche Revived by Cupid’s…
I was born in England, and there is something quintessentially English about afternoon tea. It conjures images of elegantly dressed ladies sitting at places like the Ritz Hotel in London, sipping from fine china teacups and eating delicate cakes on a beautiful cake stand. However, this wasn’t exclusive to England; Paris had its own version….
People hear the word Provence and immediately think of lavender fields, olives, and Peter Mayle’s stunning version from his book and TV show, which, in fairness, did make many of us want to pack up and move there, me included. Just the word has a ring to it, don’t you think? But Provence isn’t all…
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