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| - Every ten or so years, I treat myself with a trip to Paris and wander the city streets. After a week or so, the countryside beckons and I head out to the villages, find a little local restaurant in what was once a family home and become enveloped in true French hospitality and cuisine.
Or, I just go here.
Others have said it all, and very well. The owner is a delight. Flirts with my wife. AND my mother-in-law. (In a few years, probably my daughter, too. They're all babes, so I'm used to it.)
Quirky, quaint, and quixotic. Quiet, most nights. If you haven't yet been, why?
"But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight."
? Ernest Hemingway
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