When I was 12, my school organised a day trip to France for my year group – ostensibly to practise our French. All I remember of the day, aside from spending most of it on a coach, was buying a baguette in a hypermarché somewhere near Calais. And it rained. A lot. So, when myContinue reading “A day-trip to Paris with my 88-year-old Mum”
Judith Zerdin 