Jean handed me a raspberry sorbet, and said, “Think of it like my dick.” French men can be so romantic.
Ahhh, France! You know the place; every café table set for lunch by 11.30, a Kooples every 30m, and everyone can make a pout that can stun from 50! I’m in Aix-en-Provence. I drove here, from London, via Evreux, Orleans, Clermont-Ferrand and Montpellier. Orléans was gorgeous, […]