Hope all well in Antibes. I'm back in balmy Brazil after a short spell in London, a short hop to Heathrow to get the first plane out of dodge post-election, and an interminable day on a plane watching lots of mediocre films, smuggling Jaffa Cakes across international waters. It's nice and warm, the mangos flow like wine and we had an all-truffle three-course meal last night for the price of a cheese sandwich in Switzerland, so all is well.
Otherwise we've been trying to get our house in order ahead of the Christmas lull, and catching up with various people who I haven't seen since the wedding. On Saturday we went on a Travelling Spoon recce, to have a typical Paulistano lunch cooked for us by a professional chef-slash-toxicologist, which was very nice indeed, then went on to a clothing line launch by one of Gaby's influencer chums, which was fairly amusing too.
I've made a new compilation (and another one for your gambling party!), and my phrase of the week means "don't heat your head", or basically "fugeddaboutit". Seems apt as we roll into the height of summer and Christmas festivities (assuming I get some time off).
Ciao for now,
Freddytale of New York
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