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April
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- Étoile Sighting!
- S.W.A.K.
- Most definitely not The Jewel.
- Beep. Turn the page.
- Walking down the Champs-Élysée.
- So where's Andrew McCarthy?
- Bigger than Titanic.
- Happy Passover!
- Gesticulation is the universal language.
- Clarins #704
- Jardin du Really Big
- Hot chocolate. As big as your head.
- Le Louvre.
- Looks can be deceiving.
- If I ever get married...
- Des fleurs. Part deux.
- Momma is here.
- Des Fleurs
- The torch. No, I didn't see it.
- Mmmm. Chocolate. I mean, mmmm, helping people.
- I went to a restaurant. And ordered. (Mostly corre...
- This is my front door. It's between the pink store...
- Do we really have to export everything?
- If I had a detective agency, it would look just li...
- The Town Hall of the 4th Arrondissement supports t...
- French TV rocks.
- The kindness of strangers and other thoughts of th...
- America. They got good signs there.
- Seriously. How am I supposed to eat this?
- The Fog of Travel
- First Meal
- Last Meal
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April
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Followers
Favorite Books That Take Place in Paris
- My Life in France (Julia Child and Alex Prud'Homme)
- Time Was Soft There: A Paris Sojourn at Shakespeare & Co. (Jeremy Mercer)
- How I Became Stupid (Martin Page)
Yum. And other stuff.
- Jean-Charles Rochoux (Chocolate)
- Michel Chaudon (Chocolate)
- Atelier du Chocolat (Chocolate)
- Pierre Marcolini (Chocolate Marshmallows)
- Red Wheelbarrow (English Books)
- Shakespeare & Co (English Books)
- Gilbert (School Supplies)
- Sennelier (Art Supplies)
- BHV (Everything)
- Le Boucheron (Coffee)
- La Place Royale (Cheese Plate)
- Au Bouquet St. Paul (Poulet Frites)
- L'Epouvantail (Best Food)
Le mot du jour
parapluie = umbrella. 'cause I need one. and it's fun to say. paraplooey.
2 comments:
yeah, I have no clue. Shall I call my friend Stephan? He would know. He would also laugh me off the phone!
There is something to be said for clear directions. I hated that about London, too. I thought I had it figured out-- go to the bar at pubs, wait to be seated at restaurants-- but then we went to a pub where they sat us and gave us real menus. I think they just want to confuse Americans.
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