Bernard MacLaverty in France: ‘When I cut into it, there is a stench. Pig’s gizzards? Horse tripe? Gobbets of long hung fat?’
On Saturday, June 1, 2019, long before Brexit, my wife Madeline and I take off from Glasgow bound for Paris on an Easyjet at 7.15am. But Paris isn’t our destination. Both of us are in our late 70s and we are embarking on a journey which involves taxis, planes, trains,…
bubmagAugust 6, 2021