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Written by Mayor
I parked my Pink Lady by the beach and a café. I wanted to stretch my legs. Sitting on a stone a little further down was an elderly man. I couldn’t really tell his age; his face was marked by life and experience. I felt somehow drawn to him and sat down close by. His […]
Written by Mayor
It was my friend Geneviève who started it all. It was really her fault. Had she not shown me her new cookbook about Burgundy gastronomy, I would not have become so curious to want to explore the region. It was full of old and almost forgotten recipes but revisited in a contemporary style. My brain […]
