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February may have shuttered up its doors, but spring still seems miles away. The loathsome tail of winter is still lashing us with its stiff, hail-stone encrusted whip. Loneliness seems to have settled bitterly into our hearts. A cold, smeared vitriol sticks to the bottom of our worn snow boots. Will we ever be warm again? Will the frost and the ice and the slush ever drip cheerfully away, leaving a festive, short-sleeved, capri-ed city in its wake? Probably not. But in the meantime, breathe some warmth into your bones and fill your heart with food. French food.