A rather horrific bout of food poisoning (no… not from Brasserie Lipp last night but from the delicious chicken/bacon/egg/mayonaise sandwich I bought at Rotterdam Centraal and ate on the train) keeps me in bed or bathroom all day… If there’s an upside to being sick in Paris, it’s having your mom and sister on hand to nurse you back to health with white peonies, Orangina, blue blankets and Marriage Frères Earl Grey…
