This is a love
story….between me and lentil salad.
As most Parisian love stories go, it was accidental and happened at
that moment when you’d least expect, yet are open to the endless possibilities
that might come your way. It was one of those idyllic fall afternoons in the 5th
when you find yourself surrounded by the hustle and bustle of locals toting
their daily bread in distressed leather satchels, riding
effortlessly on vintage two wheeled modes of transport.