Got my chance this weekend while on a long weekend in Pairs with my mom. Her very first time to Paris.
They left the house
at half past nine
in two straight lines
in rain
or shine --
the smallest one was Madeline.
Our literary channeling wouldn't be complete without brunch at Les Deux Magots, the favorite Parisian haunt of the literary and artistic elite of the early 20th century (Hemingway, Satre, Picasso, Camus, Joyce . . .).
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