I was in Paris for the last two weeks, eating baguettes and bree, gulping down Cote de Rhone and Bordeaux and enduring all sorts of other unpleasant non-schlubby living. (Yes, I come back a fully fledged cheese eating surrender monkey. But after living in Paris for two weeks, I fail to understand the general hostility Americans have towards the French. C'est la vie.)
I will no doubt be posting a great deal about my adventures over the course of the next week, but in the meantime, to get you in the French mood, take it away Edith:
