Plombières les Bains, well, is not a real place somehow. It’s something from a film perhaps, or a book, from a exquisitely dark story about when people dressed properly and entertained polite conversation while delighting in nightly stabbings and poisoned champagne. Belladonna. You know those long thin daggers that look like luxurious letter knives, hidden … More An Afternoon in Plombières les Bains