The Catalan: Knight in Shining Armour or (K)nightmare (IV)
The aroma of brewing coffee wafted through the air, tickling my nose and awakening my senses. Peeking above the sheets I remembered were I…
Read MoreThe aroma of brewing coffee wafted through the air, tickling my nose and awakening my senses. Peeking above the sheets I remembered were I…
Read MoreI picked up my little red suitcase off the conveyor belt and sauntered towards the “nothing to declare” customs’ exit. A smile spread across…
Read MoreThe Catalan would be back in Paris in a few weeks. But a lot can happen in a few weeks, and in my case…
Read MoreAttentive readers will probably recall mention of the Catalan discretely in few of my previous blog entries. Si, a third romantic contender spicing up…
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