Remember when I went to work in France for a bit last year? Well, turns out my co-worker’s daughter was doing an internship at Taittinger at the time, and due to this fortuitous turn of events we found ourselves making the hour-long trip up the autoroute to Reims one sunny Wednesday afternoon. We had been booked a place on the last cellar tour of the day, led by none other than my colleague’s daughter herself. For free! Don’t mind if I do. Let’s back up a minute – founded in 1734, Taittinger is one of the last Champagne houses to…
I wrote about the delicious gluten free food available in Paris exactly a year ago (!), but having spent a couple of weekends in the city recently I realised that quite a bit has changed so I decided it was high time for a follow up post. Sidenote: Please excuse the variable photo quality. These photos were taken over the course of two weekends, during one of which the catastrophic terror attacks took place across the city. Whilst I felt perfectly safe myself, my mind was definitely elsewhere and I was also wary of whipping out my camera and looking…
Being the slightly mean blogger that I am, I treated you to lots of pretty pictures from a gorgeous French town a couple of weeks ago, and then refused to tell you where it actually was. Yeah it was work confidentiality reasons blah blah. The project has finished now, and I am happy to reveal that my mystery French town was… Troyes! Congratulations to those of you who guessed where I was staying. I will reveal the winner at the bottom of the post, along with my novel winner-picking method. Note: she’s 4.5, loves ballet, and her favourite colours are…
Realising… that it’s really hard to spot everyday things like postboxes when you don’t know what they look like. Despite being told where it was, I walked past the airport postbox 3 times before finally spotting it. Would you have spotted this?? Driving… on the right hand side! That’s a first for me. It wasn’t as scary as I thought, apart from when I absent-mindedly tried to change gear using the door handle…. Avoiding… the local speciality here, Andouillette. It’s a sausage made from pig colons and intestines. Colons. I’m sure you can understand my reluctance, especially when it’s been described as ‘strong tasting’ and…
This is a hard post to write. I’m not sure how to begin, or end. I’m not really sure about the bit in the middle either. So I suppose I’ll just start writing and see how it goes. I was staying in Paris this last weekend, and was horrified and hugely saddened by the events that unfolded. Despite the fact I was in the city when it all happened, I feel like an imposter. I don’t live here and I don’t know any of the victims so it seems almost inappropriate for me to throw in my two cents. Also,…
