Paris, Berlin, Munich

Posted: 7th September 2022

It has been a long time since I travelled so much in one month, but these journeys were a mixture of duty, work and holiday and in no way was I expecting to eat or drink anything exceptional. I went to Paris in a heatwave to see my ninety-five year old mother. Being August half the shops were shut and most Parisians away by the sea. The nearest to a gastronomic experience I had was the cheap menu at the Terminus Nord: egg mayonnaise with celeriac, a chicken breast with a buttery potato purée and a pichet of Sylvaner. It was still a pleasure to be in one of Paris’s great brasseries again, to see the waiters pirouetting in their black and white uniforms, or almost buckling under the weight of their great plateaux de fruits de mer; but lobster and champagne would have been wholly inappropriate for me.