I am so predictable — whenever the end of August rolls around I find myself pulling on a much too heavy sweater, dreaming of rustling leaves, stacks of books, piping tea pots, and yearning for the academic life. I recently visited to Princeton to scratch this particular itch.
Read MoreI had first heard of Maman in a very unlikely way: by walking past it in Soho. First of all, I am never in Soho. I was actually on an altogether different Coffee Diaries mission…
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