a memory: eating & cooking in long-ago France
IN mid-August of 1968 I went to live in Paris with my husband and our very well-traveled three-year-old daughter, Sara. The child took up a lot of my time, but those few months in Paris—we left the following May--remain in my memory as an interval of culinary bliss between two bleak engagements with Spain under the Franco dictatorship. (A brief explanat…
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