Nestle into the dark leather banquettes of Chez Dumonet-Josephine (always ask to be seated in the front room when you reserve) and pretend that you’ve stepped back into sepia-toned, pre-war Paris. That’s what we do.

Yves Camdeborde is Brooke’s Paris boyfriend. She deboards and then immediately heads to his bistro in the Carrefour de l’Odeon (think Left Bank fabulous). It’s cashmere-elbow to cashmere-elbow because the Coquilles Saint Jacques and Braised