Gratitude

For faith, for food, for art, for Paris, for the saints, but most of all, for friends

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That’s a happy man, basking in his beatitude at Huitrerie Regis. Out of compassion for you readers, I won’t bang on more about the glories of French oysters, but if you like to read me on that sort of thing, please have a look at this post from my blog yesterday. Adam Gopnik once wrote:

We are happy, above all, when we are absorbed, and we are absorbed…