I have eaten my way through Paris. Chocolate, wine, bread, cheese and pastries, every single day. By my last day here I feel sick and full and fat, but I can’t help myself. It seems as though there is a patisserie, a boulangerie and a chocolaterie on every corner, and I make sure to visit them all, every single day. They are much too inviting to pass by. And anyway, French cuisine is heavy on the meat, so my meals in restaurants are always the same: either a large salad, usually the nicoise, or a plate of smoked salmon with crème fraiche and toast (accompanied by a carafe of vin rouge, of course). I really enjoy both of these options, and I tell myself that both are reasonably healthy… and this is how I justify my
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