As we stumbled back from the swanky cafe where we had spent the evening drinking deliciously cheap, and frugally tasty lager at a table on a strett corner, just far enough from the cafe canopy to remind us that Paris is beautiful, and just close enough to the actual road to remind us that Paris is a city, we laughed. We laughed about the the exploits of the day; the arc of the ketchup spurting from the Laurel and Hardy sachet supplied to us in a French McDonalds; the British junkie demanding cha…
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Posted on April 29, 2009 at 5:19pm — 1 Comment