Not having set foot on Spanish soil, my experience of paella
so far hasn’t been that great. A market stall in northern France does shine
through in my memory; heaving with onlookers all ogling a steaming pan the
width of a double bed, we fought our way through the crowd for a family-size
portion of the stuff, studded with spindly langoustines, peppers and tomatoes. But
of course that was good; I was ten
for god’s sake and it was the holidays!
