This was the blog of an Eloise wannabe and her 2 roustabout kitties as they work on a book deal in the City of Lights, giggling all the way. Now it's the blog of an Eloise wannabe planning her next escape (California, Canadia?) with 2 other kitties--still working, still giggling.
Gordon Ramsay has long threatened to open a restaurant in France and give the people who made his life miserable when he was training here what-for. And, never been one to back down from a good stoush, he's done it:
The revolution has started where all good revolutions do: in Versailles, at the Trianon Palace and Spa. Which means a 30-minute train ride from Paris or a 30-minute stagger across the fields from my mate Trish's.
I'm thinking it's going to be expensive. I'm also thinking it will be SO BLOODY WORTH EVERY PENNY.
There's also talk that the wee bonnie lad will be opening a place at Melbourne's Crown Casino. Do I hear a 'praise Jesus' coming from a certain Enlund householder? Why, yes, I think I do.
Sigh. Suddenly, all is right with the world.
