It's true, you can still find places serving all-day fry-ups with a large brandy on the side at the bottom of a Franco-era tower block that could give the Barbican lessons in concrete brutalism
Hugh's six and he is getting a phone!
Some of my best friends are French. So you can probably guess what is coming next. As we are packing our car to finally leave lovely Biarritz this Monday morning, the hotel receptionist de-activates the keycard to our room. She knows we are not ready to go because we have not paid our final bill, but … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain Day 6: why are some French people so miserable?