“It costs 18 euros to enter and you will need a passport or valid verification document.”
There’s one thing about the French Riviera that is unmissable.
Today is my dad’s birthday.
I went to Antibes today.
The waiter, a stout middle-aged man with a limp in his gait, walked away from my table and disappeared into the kitchen.
After arriving in Marseille in the early afternoon, I spent the remainder of the day wandering through the beautiful port city.
My friend, Louise // Made me a bet
During my travels over the past few weeks, I've repeatedly confronted one particular skill.
Yesterday, the Philadelphia Inquirer published an article about how the new Michelin guide called Philadelphia the “Frenchest American city.”
Here I am, attempting to learn how to code for the fifth or sixth time in my life.
