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mayhem! madness! marrakech!
Back when the hubs and I realized that going home for the holidays wasn’t in the cards, I developed a coping mechanism: I’d close my eyes and picture us strolling through European Christmas markets, vin chaud in hand. There was snow, there was merriment. Wherever we spent our holiday season, it would be joyful and by GOD, it would be Dickensian. So, we went to Marrakech! Cha, I know. But Morocco has been at the top of our list for such a long time, and though I had never equated it with a winter escape, something about turning this whole…
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foodie break: in the kitchen with a french master baker
It’s well documented that we are more savory than sweet around these parts. As you might expect, it’s been six solid months of eating beaucoup de baguettes. So recently, when two friends and I had the chance to experience a day of baking with an acclaimed French Master Baker in his kitchen, I had a sudden vision. Me! Covered in flour, befriending all the locals as I handed them the most delicious baguettes in all the land! Yes, well… non. That didn’t happen. Really, listening to Frédéric tell us about life as a Parisian baker cemented what I’ve always known…
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style spotter: polar vortex
Ohhh, winter. You tricky little vixen.
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photo escape: les calanques & the south of france
I feel a little guilty complaining about this seeing as I’ve never even experienced a Polar Vortex, but I’m really not feeling winter in France. January and February have never been my jam, but the small bit of knowledge that it could snow a few feet and give us all reason to go on lockdown was mildly comforting—and almost always enough to get me through the Seasonal Affective Disorder that comes down on all New Yorkers right around this time of year. New Yorkers are a breed who really enjoy having disorders and neuroses to blame their troubles on, in…
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new york city for the chocolate lover
Remember yesterday when we talked about the importance of rallying?