Posted by Loulou on Apr 21, 2013 | 0 comments

You know, here in Rome, away from my garden and the sea and my French habits, I’ve sometimes been a bit homesick, but then I think, well, this is my home, too, and when I’m in that other place, I get homesick there and start thinking about those little morsels of mozzarella di buffala and that sweet and bitter smell of roasting coffee that...