Last week, I was tidying up a cupboard in my Parisian flat – it needed it badly – when I stumbled upon a small ceramic vase I had bought at Lucca’s antique market a few years ago.
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“Katharina, this wine is absolutely divine!
– Well, it’d better be, Jonathan. I have never paid that much for a bottle of wine!
– Oh! Is that so?”
Victor Hugo once wrote: “Dear God, how beauty varies in nature and art! In a woman the flesh must be like marble, and in a statue the marble must be like flesh.” Continue Reading →