Bouchon, Bocuse, baguettes, boulangerie, Beaujolais. Les Halles de Lyon, street markets, pork, wine, charcuterie, more pork, andouillette, Côtes du Rhône, the basilica of Notre Dame. And the cheeses – OH that French cheese. I took a trip to Lyon just for the food, and this is how I ate my day.
Forking it on the Road in France: Mauro Colagreco’s Mirazur
It was a date which will live in infamy. I woke up early overlooking Monaco’s crystal blue Mediterranean sea, hopped on a bus winding through the hills of the Côte d’Azur, stopped off in Italy for an espresso, then wandered across the border by foot into the south of France to munch on a croissant and roam around […]