14. September 2015
Many years ago, while touring France, my husband and I found ourselves in one of those fabulous restaurants that just make you giddy with anticipation and relief after a long day of touring cathedrals of a different sort. The hushed atmosphere, all candles and crisp linen was as soft as a sigh. The menu arrived, and in a moment of reckless abandon, buoyed by the heady atmosphere and perhaps an aperitif or two, we decided not to read the menu at all, but simply to point at an item randomly, and...