One Night in Paris…

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Zac stops at the door of Peck, Milan, in a state of panic, brandishing his iPhone. “We can’t go in there! Everyone says they’re really rude, and will throw you out if you look like a tourist.” Peck, for those of you who aren’t obsessed with Italian food, is a little like a Milanese version of Harrod’s Food Hall, minus the vulgarity – a temple of gastronomy and lovingly-wrapped packages, with a myriad prosciuttos behind the counter, enough teas to shame a Chinese Carrefour and some disturbingly lurid mortadellas. . . .

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