I swear I don't know what happens every time my mum comes to town. It feels like all we do is eat. Maybe it is. But it is the only time when I get to go to cool restaurants and order exotic-sounding desserts and be a tiny bit stupid when asking for scones at Paul which resulted into a deminishing stare from the waiter and the phrase: "We don't do scones, we are French". Fun times. And everytime after a meal I say "this is the last one". Yeah right... (although we definitely didn't eat everything on these pictures)
XOXO
Food from Princi, Paul, L'Eto Caffe
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