The Epicure of Savoy enjoys his sumptuous fare against the mightiest backdrop in Europe.

The cuisine we were taught was like the good Burgundian wine of the region, rich and flavorful.

“One cannot see a country,” Uncle Willie said, “by staying in its largest and most popular city. We must move on. Travel is broadening.”

Notes on the rich aesthetic reward which awaits all inquiring students of architecture, wine and gastronomy in the shrine of the oyster’s best friend, Chablis.

It was the morning that I had to go to Mexico City on which Lord Freddy chose to disappear.

All winter long, everywhere you went you heard and saw nothing but Mexico.

When dying, he said, “Dieu me pardonnera, c'est Son metier,” which Mama in her inexpensive French translated as, “Of course God will forgive me … that's His business.”...