During the summer months, when the temperature in Paris shoots up to nearly unbelievable heights, it turns my up-on-the-rooftop apartment into a furnace, and many nights dinner will be enjoyed on the roof, overlooking the city, watching the rest of it cool down after a broiling day. Somehow, my apartment doesn't enjoy the same cool-down period, perhaps its the price I pay for being closer to the sky? Because the roof is quite pitched, I'm always careful about not having a glass of wine w...
Published on June 30, 2010 19:52