A Tale Of Domestic Love And Casual Misandry
I know we just got married, but our honeymoon phase is most definitely over.
“Allez, on goûte mes belles tomaaaates!”* The women were shouting from their vegetable stands at the market on the Cours Saleya in Nice. Graham and I were spending a weekend there, and we had only planned on walking through the market that morning, but at some point I couldn’t resist the tableau—I had to jump into it.
I bought myself a straw bag and star…