Cold confit charm
I was in a hotel in Paris for some of last week, eating unusually. The family had gathered in the 15ème from around Europe and America for Aunty Suzy’s funeral, she was 100. An achievement, especially as she smoked comme une cheminée until she was at least 80.
She was buried among illustrious company in the Montparnasse cemetery. Grumpy, ugly singers, Irish playwrights probably still waiting,…
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