Andy Brett

648 days ago

Trudging their lengths with a bulging backpack and mucky shoes, I fell in love with the place. The Eiffel Tower will never be as dear to me as its produce-aisle facsimile: brassicas at the base, apples in the arches, a soaring midsection of leeks and carrots, topped by a four-layer finial of tomatoes, potatoes, pears, and lemons.

Come to the Fair

It would be a mistake to think of microtourism, the latest invented word to capture the imagination of the travel sector, as mere staycationing.