Le camion qui fume, food truck, Paris
I am cool enough to remember when a burger from a van wasn’t gourmet fare. My burger from a van purchases were classy 2am outings; kicked out after last orders from a pub or club,…
View PostI am cool enough to remember when a burger from a van wasn’t gourmet fare. My burger from a van purchases were classy 2am outings; kicked out after last orders from a pub or club,…
View PostMy mother used to say to me: “you need to stop playing the fool and get some religion up in that head of yours”. She is nothing if not direct my Mum. So I headed…
View PostEvery 5 years or so I get a serious case of itchy feet; am I where I want to be, do I want to settle here blah blah blah. I have been in Paris for…
View PostWho was I in 1728? I couldn’t tell you. Do I believe in reincarnation well that is a discussion best had over a couple bottles of wine. What I do know is that in this…
View PostEven the sun decided to stay in bed on Thursday 13 June. I couldn’t blame her, there was yet another strike in France! No sun, crammed into a train with no air conditioning and the…
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