Letter from Laura (April, 2025)

Finding my feet again, pro tips from Paris, and the big fat reason you want to make sauce Maltaise right now

Now, where was I?

That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for days. I arrived back in Paris with the thud of someone who’d just come through a time machine. After 10 unmoored days spent entirely in airports and a hospital ward – two places where the light never changes, time ceases to exist, the food is inedible, and where in every crowd you’re just …