French Crack

Man cannot live on bread alone, but I’m making a solid effort. The croissant has become an extension of my hand. I imagine that in heaven there’s a bakery on every block, so I’d better be good until I arrive. Scratch that, I’m in Paris where there's 4 bakeries on every block, better than heaven. …

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Le Tour, All Over Le Map

I don't know Jacques shit about the Tour de France. Unless they're riding banana seat Stingrays with baseball cards pinned to the spokes and their mothers calling them back in for dinner, because that's the last time I rode a bike. Well, there was one another time, a rental at the Palace of Versailles, where …

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World Cup finals is a finale and a first

It's 6 a.m. and that vat of fermented cabbage my Croat neighbours are preparing for the championship game is full of life. I'm sure it is the beginning of something wonderful and tastes better than it smells. I hope France become the champions, English champions, because in French, a champignon is a mushroom, and that …

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