DINING:
On my culinary intern slave wages in Paris, I couldn't afford to frequent Ladurée (the macaron Mecca) as much as I would have liked. Its porcelain tea services and Sistine ceilings beckoned, but the only time I was able to buy was when my moneyed aunt came to visit for a week. We went every day. Everyone needs a moneyed aunt.
By Holly V. Kapherr
1/26/2012