I'm finally getting off my ass to write again and I have had to travel 7000 miles away from home to do it. We are in the romantic city of Paris. I have been cheating on my American pancakes for a 2 week tryst with croissants and beignets. In fact, I'm starting to resemble a buttery pastry ... plus a scarf.
Contrary to popular belief, I have found the French to be gracious and pleasant. There was one exception our first night at a certain "Cafe de Coupe" on Rue St. Honore, just across the street from our hotel. Our waiter, Monsieur Stinky, knew just enough English to be intimidating and not enough English to act equally ignorant. So what if we got charged 20 euros (roughly 28 bucks) for two flat spritzers with lemon? I knew just barely enough French to thank him and sought my revenge in the greater arena of the world wide web (1 star for you garcon).
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