That's what friends are for

I’ve always known I’m lucky. Especially when it comes to family and friends.

I get pangs when I walk by a jam-packed café in the evening, thinking how nice it would be to import some of my friends to Paris, if only for dinner and drinks.

But I also get a lift when I hear from everyone. I’ve received some of the sweetest and most unexpected emails these past few weeks, and I love knowing that you’re enjoying this blog.

But more than just getting a high off everyone’s love, support and enthusiasm, there is this report, which I’ve always sort of known: Good friends = good health.