Wednesday, July 18, 2007
That damn Leslie...
has texted that he is drinking at my favorite zinc bar/philosophy bookstore in the Marais in Paris, La Belle Hortense. It is a gem, only to be outdone in adoreableness by the little bar/cafe across the street with the horseshoe bar (where Ricky W. made me drink too much Belgian ale on an empty stomach with two Swedish girls, resulting in some impromptu showtunes (yes, some Sondheim) and an unfortunate tummy situation back at the dismal hotel much later). Oh, the memories.
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Does not that boy have a camera phone, also? Another kool, and slightly raucous, spot in Paris is the "Manneken Pis" at 4 rue Daunou (across from Harry's Bar). The Pis includes a boisterous Belgian owner/manager, loud, rollicking 70's disco, et une bonne atmosphère de parti de temps. Salut et pardonnez-moi francais.
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