You may have gathered that every so often, I’m partial to a bit of philosophy. What could be nicer, on a dreary afternoon, than a nice thick smoothie of Schopenhauer or Kant? Except a bowl…
About a month ago, I drove to the Aix en Provence TGV station and there was Ingrid Jendrzejewski. Now, you might not know the name, and if you do, chances are that you can’t pronounce…