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Whether you are French or British, some things never change: everybody needs a break. I am no exception. So we left rainy London, wet and miserable, and headed to sunny Dubai. It is baking hot over here. There is a word in French to describe what I am doing here: farniente. I believe that it is the same in English, despite the fact that I think the Brits say Far Niente.

I went for a swim in the Persian Gulf this morning. I think that I will go every day. Then I will rest. Here, no-one comments on my French accent. Pure bliss. To be fair, the whole place seems to be full of Russians. The hotel is magical, with its Arabic-inspired architecture. I feel like a princess.

 And here I am, doing absolutely nothing, enjoying the sunshine and forgetting the business, the stress and the greyness. My only concern is that my daughters seem to be stuck to the swimming pool whereas if it was only me, I would stay on the beach. On the bright side, swimming in a pool remain the best way not to be attacked by a shark, right? Not that there had been any shark attacks that I know of, obviously.

 What is not to love about doing nothing? Well, apart from the fact that we are having far too many ice-creams, that is.

 There is also something about the food over here. I am a huge fan of hot and cold mezze and I am currently living on hummus and moutabal (that’s made with eggplants -we say aubergine in French). The food somehow goes well with the sun. I think that I must have lived in the Middle East in another life. There is simply a magic in the Middle East that I haven’t found anywhere else.

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London