‘I did not fall in love with the offal dish…’
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A Weekend in Valencia
‘…it would be sacrilege not to order the crispy yet mind-bogglingly tender…’
Toulouse
‘I don’t remember much beyond this point but I do know I have acquired a liking for French rap.’
Lyon – The Stomach of France
‘…I was persistently tickled by the hairy arm of my other neighbour…’
Dijon – ‘Un Samedi à Dijon’
‘…sweet, soft and an utter delight.’
Paris
‘…dramatic iron gates marked the beginning of Rue Montorgueil, a street we dubbed the Holy Grail of our Parisian pilgrimage.’