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Hot on the heels of our lousy salad-in-a-bread-bowl, Ken and I
finished another 45 minute marché de manger at some random
pizza place we found in the 6th or 7th that was open and advertised
"feu de bois". Nice enough neighbourhood joint, slightly rowdy and
good spirited, but nowhere near good enough to warrant remembering.
The one thing I do remember was the gentleman sitting next to us, a regular. In his mid 60s, very large, slight difficulty moving. But well loved by the staff despite (or because of?) his tendency to flirt with the young male staff. His eyes followed every young man in the room, not rudely, just enjoying the scenery while dining. Tres gentile. He helped us get the waiter's attention a time or two, was friendly, but alas my French isn't good enough for casual conversation. I did get a good smile from him when I made a mildly intimate gesture with Ken, letting our friend know we were fellow travellers. Paris is good for people. |
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