When we came across L’ Eclair de Génie quite by accident after a day of sightseeing in Paris, it changed everything. The Mona Lisa, surrounded by iPads and clunky cameras had darkened my mood on what should have been a bright, cheerful experience of the Louvre on a Wednesday. I hadn’t cared for the hour…
I once wrote in an essay that I thought a certain journalism subject was vanilla. What the what? Seriously? Did I actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) to describe something I meant to call dull vanilla? My post university self is kicking my coffee-addled 3am brain from two years ago, whilst licking…