I have lived in Paris seven years and worked here for two years before that and I had to come to London this weekend to see a rat. Maybe I just never look down, or I’m too busy being lost in a town where you can’t go around the block or find your way home without a seeing eye dog.
I was caving to the pressure of my teenage nieces: “Let’s picnic on the champ de mars. It’s so romantic.” Trans. insta worthy. Peter reminded me how the bushes and ivy move therein. Not to mention the more intrepid denizens who openly show themselves.
According to the food writer Keith Floyd, who ate them in China, rats taste like duck. I'll take his word for it
I have lived in Paris seven years and worked here for two years before that and I had to come to London this weekend to see a rat. Maybe I just never look down, or I’m too busy being lost in a town where you can’t go around the block or find your way home without a seeing eye dog.
I'll pass on the Bourguignon and farci...swallowing hard read this.
I was caving to the pressure of my teenage nieces: “Let’s picnic on the champ de mars. It’s so romantic.” Trans. insta worthy. Peter reminded me how the bushes and ivy move therein. Not to mention the more intrepid denizens who openly show themselves.