For the last 10 summers, I've holidayed in southern France in a village of 300 people. St Nazaire de Ladarez is frankly unreconstructed. As I understand, surrounding villages call it Le Village Gaulois - or the prehistoric village...
As children, many of us were taught the old adage that "sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me." But while broken bones heal, the damage done by hastily spoken words rarely does and the pain can be multiplied manyfold when words are left unsaid.
A French dating site which caters to married women looking to have affairs is being taken to court for allegedly breaching
I love visiting Paris...the food, the history, the arrogance, everything that tells me I'm a tourist. My sister is a hard core Francophile. She ran away to live the dream there, ended up fluent, and a professor at La Sorbonne.
To make the most of your weekend, and say a sorrowful/welcome goodbye to the World Cup for another four years (delete where appropriate), we've a whole host of Matchday Munchies on Food Tube!
At the opening reception for the The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaulter: From the Sidewalk to the Catwalk, the designer related how he and his team had been working on the exhibition for over a year. It shows.
One thing that always impressed me about springtime in Paris is how comfortable women here seem to be with peeling off the winter layers of clothing. All of a sudden, like tulips in the Tuileries, pencil skirts, nude legs in sling-backs and sleeveless arms crop up everywhere. It's like they have nothing to hide. How liberating that sounds.
She applies her rich jazzy voice to catchy pop tunes with a touch of soul. She already has two albums to her credit and several appearances alongside prominent contemporary musicians. She agreed to give me a sneak peek into her rehearsal and her studio.
The French government became so infuriated with London's refusal to deal with its hotbeds of extremism that they plotted
A couple of weeks back I was in the bowels of Heath Street Baptist Church in Hampstead for an evening of French jazz, courtesy of Lilly Zazou. Lilly, aka Elise Lefay is an extraordinarily accomplished mademoiselle, able to turn her vocal cords to anything from Piaf to Poulenc.