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Primila Samtani | Abacare's avatar

Love Chef Yannick and his cuisine, hope to go back soon and experience it again, thks of sharing

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The 1779 part of your piece is the part I would frame. A modest inn on the edge of the city, where travellers stopped before going back in, is a very specific kind of building, and my own neighbourhood is the same figure a century later with the opposite ending. The Isola district in Milan has been cut off by the railway since 1865: it is a kilometre from the Duomo and it was a world away for a hundred years, and the places that opened there existed to feed people who paused before crossing. In Paris the inn on the edge became a three star restaurant. Here the edge itself was absorbed by a new financial quarter in about fifteen years, and what survived is not the cuisine, it is the doorway. You can still recognise the places that went through both centuries by the sign nobody bothered to change. Which is why your closing line lands: history does not sit in the museum, it keeps passing through the tables. The trouble is that it only stays visible where someone had a reason not to renovate.

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