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Owner and editor-in-chief of the top Latvian food magazine Četras sezonas. Person who can talk about food all the time, and some may say – too much. All of the things I write about and will write about are dedicated to my friends here in Latvia and around the world who are waiting for me to finally write in English. It is dedicated to every single person who likes to cook, eat, travel, grow their
08/06/2026
Stepping out of the train at noon, I inhaled the air of Paris, enjoying the mild 22°C, the sun kissing my shoulders and the clouds taking care of any unnecessary overheating. I left my luggage in storage to collect many hours later before going to a friend’s house, but for now I was off to enjoy a Sunday in this city, which is very different from any other day, especially in summertime, bringing more peace and quiet.
After sipping a cappuccino at Nuance Café on Rue Danielle Casanova, and planning to enjoy my bagel from Cody’s at Cody’s, I instead took it with me to eat in the Jardin du Palais Royal while working on (or rather reducing) my daily plans for my summer Paris tours. With pigeons fighting over the crumbs of my bagel, I left for a soft-serve ice cream at La Combine (tonka, almond and rosemary) and ate it while listening to 90s pop music and the chatter of happy children at the neighbouring table.
The riverbanks of Canal Saint-Martin were beaming with people enjoying either picnics or the simple pleasure of talking, and I was lucky to squeeze myself in between them, nonchalantly reading a book. A good two hours later, with semolina bread and different appetisers (Miyam), I entered my friend’s garden to receive a generous hug and kisses (a treat I never refuse), and there I was, eating my first garden meal of the year.
The following morning’s travels took a bit of nerve as several lines were not running properly (something one should always take into consideration in Paris), but by noon, I was ready to order a galette with ham, cheese and egg to chat my mouth dry, yet when the waiter came over with the dessert menu, to graciously decline it as I simply could not wait to try the famous French Bastards ice cream bars, which I did in the afternoon, after a perfectly balanced espresso at Grave.
Just before jumping on the train, I entered the Bourse de Commerce to see the new cloud installation—or rather, fog sculpture—by Fujiko Nakaya. Letting the fog surround me while catching the glimpses of sun rays shining through windows was the most magical way to end this short stay.
I was walking along the riverbanks tonight, I stumbled upon this song that I had actually forgotten about for many, many years. I know there is a reason why I did, but I also remembered how I used to listen to it when I was twenty years old in the flat of some very dear people. I particularly remember listening to it during winter, when the fireplace was burning making it the most magical experience especially for a student.
Although I love many of Sting’s songs — “When We Dance” is incredible, and “Englishman in New York”, and even “I Hung My Head” from the Berlin concert — this one, “Perfect Love Gone Wrong”, especially in this concert in Italy, simply took my breath away.
I first fell in love with Sting when I was twelve, but the big love came with this song. At the time, I felt there was nothing more magical than this. And today, at my age, living in a different country, after so many things that have happened in my life, listening to it again on 5 June 2026, I realised that nothing has really changed over the past twenty years. I am still the same utterly romantic person who believes in beautiful love stories. Not a love that is crazy, wild, and screaming itself to the world, but something peaceful and calm, exactly like Sting’s voice in this song and those beautiful vocals.
I genuinely think this is one of the most beautiful songs he has ever performed, especially in this concert. And I still dream that one day he will do another concert like this, and that I will finally get to see him in such an intimate setting. It might be a difficult evening, because I may cry — but only out of happiness. I am ready for that. I am not sure whether everyone else would be 😂
So, if you are looking for it, this is the version. Perfect love gone wrong at Villa il Palagio
Some days I have meetings. Some days I write. Some days I travel. Some I have masterclasses. And then there are days like this one, when I’m all in the kitchen: testing, retesting, experimenting, and hoping the recipes work out before delivering them around Lyon to my taste team. Later, I can either share them with you here or, more often, during my cooking weekends.
This is the purest form of my joy — testing, sharing, and teaching (while always dancing and singing, because one simply can’t delete that dancer and violin player gene). :)
Today’s agenda was:
Cardamom and fleur d’oranger kouign-aman (this one got a “nailed it” stamp from someone born and raised in Bretagne 🙈🤯)
Chouquettes with vanilla
Tarte au sucre with rose and fleur d’oranger
Sticky toffee pudding with ginger and cardamom
Tomato coulis
Eggs with Aurora sauce
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