TIO IN PARIS: LET THEM EAT (KING) CAKE
Telluride is not the only place to achieve (or underachieve) in hedonistic bliss. There's also Paris. Mais oui: Paris. Air France touched down at 6:30 a.m. and within hours I found myself a refugee from Woody Allen's latest gambit. Paris. Always an epiphany. Sometimes, like now,...