What I wouldn’t give right now for lunch out, where a snarky, white-aproned Parisian waiter offers a Gallic huff of disdain, followed by a slow eye roll, when I order a glass of rosé to go with my French onion soup.
I want to be back in Paris so badly, it kind of hurts. Normally I overfly Paris for the delights of the Cote d‘Azur, but nostalgia is a killer and after mentally re-playing the highlights of my last visit 12 months ago, together with binging on Netflix shows set in the City of Light, I’m now distracting myself in lockdown by planning a return visit with military precision. whenever that may be.