My big fat Greek lunch. In the middle of Mexico.

My big fat Greek lunch. In the middle of Mexico.

True confession. I was once in love with someone called Danny. And no, it wasn’t a woman with the name Danielle. In fact, even though Danny possessed all the magnetism of a woman’s wiles, Danny wasn’t a woman at all. Danny or, more commonly, The...
Your very own little French restaurant in San Miguel.

Your very own little French restaurant in San Miguel.

“Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers, for the observers of his law. The people assembled; Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again; and when the hill stood still, he was...
Paella negra. Black is the new orange.

Paella negra. Black is the new orange.

The number of times Don Day’s mother warned him. Don’t talk to strangers on the street. But Don Day never listened. And still doesn’t. The latest stranger I started talking to was on a street called Hernandez Macias in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico....