Paris is one of my favourite cities for an almost infinite amount of reasons, one of them being our shared adoration dough. Whether it's a crunchy 'just out of the oven' baguette, a beautiful buttery croissant or taking form of the often underrated yet absolutely exquisite pain au chocolat, Paris has got you covered.
After 27 somewhat rocky years, I've finally come to terms with my skin. And to be honest, I shouldn't really be complaining. But there's no fun in accepting what is there and not trying to improve your assets. Am I the owner of flawless skin? No(t yet).
This is coming from someone who used to think that this drink was reserved for old people, hipsters and quite frankly aliens. Growing up, I couldn't imagine any drink worse than coffee. A bitter blackened brew with an aftertaste that would haunt you in your worst nightmares. Oh boy, was I wrong.
While other people were rounding up dry jan and possibly preparing for no carb feb (just made that up but is that a thing!?), I was too busy treating myself to some of London's finest gyoza followed by a strong cup of coffee. New year's resolutions and I? It's a rocky road, to say the least.