Whenever the sun decides to get back in touch with Paris, we hardly know where to start: should we run and get our feet pampered or rush for the first sunny deckchair? As we never seem to be able to make up our minds, how about both at the same time?
After having spread their sexy cocktail bars throughout Paris (the Prescription, the Curio Parlor, the Expérimental and the Ballroom), the hippest guys in the French capital moored their latest restaurant in a former butcher's shop. It’s called the Fish Club, it just opened and you are among the first to know.
There is Marion, the queen of madeleines. Valérie, the picnic cakes addict. Pascale, who bakes choux buns better than anyone and Benjamin and Steve, who are obsessed with macaroons. When five cake pros get together to rock the codes of baking, what’s the result? La République Pâtissière, or 'Baking Republic', the latest gourmet group in Paris.
Let’s be honest. When you first arrived in Paris, you expected every single French person to be wearing a beret, a striped t-shirt and carrying a baguette. And that’s how you decided to dress, in order to blend in more easily. Unfortunately it didn’t work.
In love, just like at work, there are temporary contracts, replacements and terminations without notice. So if there are headhunters, why wouldn’t there be hearthunters as well?
Every year comes that special day when you hear for the first time the magical sentence that changes everything. "We could almost have dinner on a terrace..." When that day comes, we’ll know where to find you.