We’ve all heard of Roast Beef ‘au jus’. As former resto servers and food worshipers, we (Lisa & Michael) have been asked for ‘some more au jus’.
The foggy Saturday morning rains had come in veils, like the northern lights, washing the cobbles. Fool: I’d left my umbrella at the tiny two-star hotel the airline had given me for mucking up my return flight to London.
Another guest post by Brendan Howley The first time I spent in Paris was a blustery March, out of season and dour; the city gathered itself for spring, hinted at in the cross-winds rising off the Seine the afternoon I chose to buy a book—any book—from one of the booksellers on the quai des Grands Augustins.