How one girl’s working Sunday turned into the best excuse to dine out, at 2pm. This is what they call “Brunch”.

image: Dries Van Noten boutique in Paris

In between blogging, reading Wintour’s biography (which I polished off Friday night) and trying to find the perfect black leather pumps there’s time for the one meal for which being hungover is a requisite. Whether you’re a romantic couple refuelling after a sleepless night in an all-white hotel bed; a group of Chanel-clad girlie girls with mimosas on tap or the middle-aged gourmands who wear Gucci because it’s made in Italy and so is Parma prosciutto and Sassicaia – Brunch is not just something you grab; it’s an institution.

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