Someday, when I have a regular keyboard and a computer that likes to take my pictures I am gonna tell you about the Brasserie with the magical musical clown car door.
I will also tell you about the woman with an Edith Piaff voice, bad teeth, expensive jeans, and good omens.
I might be persuaded to share a few little tidbits about the daily flirtations and warm smiles meted out by the locals here in Paris.
I hope you will be patient and come back when those stories are properly cooked and ready for consumption; for, like all meals made in Paris, they should only be prepared with the best ingredients and served in a leisurly fashion.
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