Lesley in Lyon, part deux
Enter le cake
Le Carrot Cake, part II
The day, like any other, started at 6 a.m.. At break time, I saw Thierry clomp across the kitchen in his clogs, papers in hand, to consult a fellow called Christophe, a senior member of the brigade who spent most days cracking jokes while making pâte de fruits. Peering…
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