Note: To understand the story from the beginning click here. I’m on a train. It’s really early. I can’t see properly yet but everything is OK, as I have nabbed a table seat for only me AND it has a plug socket – winner. It’s always a gamble when you travel next to randoms, isn’t it?Continue reading “France’s Got Talent”
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No Ordinary Cafe….
Note: To understand the story from the beginning click here. Saturday morning started with breakfast in our perfectly Parisian apartment. Well would you guess what we had? Croissants, bread, pastries and – oui, oui – coffee. Shocker. We were simply adhering to the staple diet required for such a trip. Sure, this diet is not entirely good for you but IContinue reading “No Ordinary Cafe….”