Easing in the tummies.
Category: French
Paris, Part One.
Lunch à la beurre.
Twenty Hours of Memories both Blurred and Bedded.
A staycation to (try to) remember at Le Manoir aux Quat’Saisons.
Sequestered, Chapter One.
“Doesn’t taste like Newark”.
The great re-opening (take four).
“Ms. Galetti, it’s genuinely wonderful to meet you, but my pigeon is getting cold!”
Valentines in Paris
Eating and drinking doesn’t come any better than this.
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