He said of the goddess Nigella and her favouring Italian food: 'Having witnessed her for the last 30 years of my life, it's rather amazing for someone who has looked well over 60 for more than two-thirds of her life from behind, and who has scavenged a big part of her starting life on mostly amazing basic French cooking.
The only thing that marred our trip was a nightmarish journey on the metro when we first arrived. Level access for pushchairs is poorly signposted and often non-existent; lifts smell ‘yucky' as Catherine put it.
I was relieved we could eat outside in the spring sunshine because tightly-packed tables inside jostling cafes are not so pushchair friendly. Eating outdoors meant we had a wider selection of lunch options and weren't restricted to ‘kid-friendly' chain restaurants.
Some fun lunch ideas for kids could be peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with apple slices and carrot sticks , peanut butter and banana tortilla, juice, apple sticks and cheeses slices.
She looks Italian, with a teeny waist and hair the colour of liquorice, so why shouldn't she cook Italian? She was nice, too, grabbing my hand and exclaiming that neither of us was wearing a huge diamond engagement ring (I was married then). 'I hate women who show off,' she said.
What happened when I did Socialist Yoga with a bunch of Jeremy Corbyn worshippers? LIZ JONES is given a unique glimpse of the Moonie-like devotion of his followers - which would be funny if it wasn't so chilling... 29/09/18
Who was happier at 60? When her mother reached the milestone, she was grey, had false teeth and could barely walk... so why, as she hits the same age, does our star writer LIZ JONES say her mum was the lucky one 08/09/18
Same thing that you would pack for a school field trip lunch
How dare you say our Nigella looks old from the rear, when she doesn't remotely look her age from any angle? Women in Paris, in their fur pelts and with their hoisted faces, emaciated bodies and lack of humour, look ancient. Nigella is both creamy and
official statement dreamy.
I'm a huge fan of Nigella, not because I ever cook any of her recipes - I have a phobia about ingredients, and do not possess an oven, nor much like food - but because she is so breathtakingly beautiful.
Nigella looks 60 years old! From behind! This from a man who might have Italian roots, but comes from a country that drowns wild birds in alcohol, then eats them, bones and all. A country where people eat horse, and foal stew, and foie gras.
He raises money for the British Heart Foundation (and also charges £695 and upwards for his masterclasses where you have your photo taken with him), but have you seen his recipes? Baked Vacherin cheese, wrapped in ham.
Male chefs regard women who dare to have flesh on their bones as a sign of matronhood, of letting the side down, of not being attractive enough. But Nigella is bigger than Jean-Christophe in every way: he is merely jealous.
Berges is part of an epic regeneration project, banishing cars and creating a massive pedestrianised waterfront filled with playful ideas: quirky benches, complex pavement mazes, child-friendly climbing walls, ampitheatre seating and even a be-your-own-DJ style disco under a bridge.
Female chefs are more open to new ideas, to people who are altogether less carnivorous than they are. I sat next to Lorraine Pascale last week - we were both in a studio having our make-up done - and I told her I don't own an oven. 'What on earth do you eat?' she said, eyebrows in her ironed hair.
But we also had time to sample little bistros offering hearty salads filled with cold meats and mouthwateringly-juicy burgers. Restaurant staff were consistently charming, entertaining our girls while we scanned the menus.
Struggling with suitcases, a toddler tantrum, a fractious baby and barely enough room to squeeze into the carriage, I reached for my handbag and found a pickpocket rifling through the contents. I screamed and he jumped off as the doors shut.
Don't let that put you off - there's a huge amount of equipment for children of all ages. There's also only one entrance/exit so we could relax in the sun while Catherine ran riot and baby Hannah had a snooze.
The Eiffel Tour, the Seine, Notre Dame, the Louvre, the Champs-Elysees - these places are tightly packed together and because we were staying on the doorstep we were raring to go each day, fuelled by still-warm early morning croissants.
It was a great route towards the Eiffel Tower where we gazed up through the steelwork and consumed towering chocolate ice creams while tourists with more patience queued to scale Gustave Eiffel's masterpiece of engineering.
We also enjoyed ourselves in the historical Palais Royal, just north of the Louvre. The 18th century architecture is some of the city's most elegant - but we entertained ourselves jumping across the truncated black and white columns installed by sculptor Daniel Buren in 1986.
In Standard Premier there was enough room to keep our pushchair in the carriage with sleeping baby left in peace, and when our wriggly 11-month-old did wake up she was happier not being restrained with a seatbelt, compared to the tantrums of take off and landing.
