Friday afternoon, departments store. In the elevator with me a mommy with two kids, a 5 years old and a 4-ish years old. Doors open, mommy heads right – kids head left. Mommy’s visibly stressed and tired. ‘All right’ – she goes – ‘Daddy’s gonna… Read More ›
Chestnuts,
Chestnut Tart
Going to the hairdresser and be treated by the gayest guy in the Chelsea village is one of the thing I like the most in my ‘sciura’ style life. (see https://casamia-inlondon.com/2013/01/28/lemoncake/ for “sciura style”). Actually he is not the gayest guy… Read More ›