I think it’s scandalous. I really do. In fact I’m starting to think I’m going to have to hire someone to be my informant of all things scrumptious, because it becomes clearer by the day that I am so ensconced in my own little Brocante bubble that entire worlds of things to die for spring up and no-one bothers to tell me…
Take this lovely little
How in the name of trashy treaure did I miss it?