In Paris for a weekend visit, Elizabeth Bard sat down to lunch with a handsome Frenchman -- and never went home again. Was it love at first sight? Or was it the way her knife slid effortlessly through her pav au poivre, the steak's pink juices puddling into the buttery...
In Paris for a weekend visit, Elizabeth Bard sat down to lunch with a handsome Frenchman -- and never went home again. Was it love at first sight? Or was it the way her knife slid effortlessly through her pav au poivre, the steak's pink juices puddling into the buttery pepper...
In Paris for a weekend visit, Elizabeth Bard sat down to lunch with a handsome Frenchman -- and never went home again. Was it love at first sight? Or was it the way her knife slid effortlessly through her pav au poivre, the steak's pink juices puddling into the buttery pepper...