Ah, Sundays in Paris. I’ve been here for nearly six years and I still haven’t worked out where everyone gets to. It’s like somebody pulled out the plug just under those large taps in that crazy fountain at Châtelet and sucked the residents into some sort of French Bermuda triangle for the daylight hours. 584 more words
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In the name of all things food related, the Frechman and I have recently began a new tradition.
Every Friday night (or the Friday nights which allow us), we pick an area of Paris, we arrive, walk around, explore the area, and before we break down in a fit of ‘there’s too much choice’ tears, we pick a place to have dinner. 516 more words