Like the Japanese’ fascination with everything green tea-ed, the American bucket-sized red velvet ice-cream and the amount of radish and cabbage you’d find in a Korean trolley, food reflects cultures, habits and a nation’s identity. I think the French and their love for chocolate warrants a blog post.
Parisian Sunday has always been unworthily quiet. The shops are close but a few like Printemps made an exception yesterday to help the Christmas shoppers tick off their to-do lists at a faster and merrier pace. The smell of leather, the yieldingly soft cashmere and shiny display at the cosmetic counters got me a little giddy as we wove through the festive vines searching for a pair of perfect gloves.