The weather’s finally turned and all across Paris people are bundled into a sea of navy coats, scarves and hats. Menus are changing along with the seasons and you often get an enticing whiff of French onion soup, coq au vin or boeuf bourguignon as you stroll past the kitchen door of restaurants, propped open to let the steam out.
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