"There are a lot of things the French do better. Hats, for one, also, stripes. Free bread at charming bistros that make you feel chic by association is another. At Casse-Croûte, a red and white check tablecloth spot on Bermondsey Street, a wicker basket of slap-dash baguette slices are delivered while you’re still mid-air kiss. They’re so fresh and fluffy that you should absolutely rip hunks off straight away, but also save some for efficient plate-cleaning later." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna