G.E. Forth

We have a specialty on this part of the Côte d’Azur called the pan bagnat.  To its defenders it is a salad Niçoise in a bun.  Okay, it is admittedly, at its core, a tuna sandwich.  But this isn’t just two slices of bread molded around a dodgy mix of mayonnaise and canned fish.  This is the Princess Grace of …

We have just strapped into our 18” wide seats, having already observed that the fellow-travelers in the cabin just ahead of us are sipping champagne and chatting happily.  Our cabin is all elbows and knees as the inmates ferociously claim space for exceedingly fat bags and, of course, elbows.  Because WE have the special airline credit card and thus early …