Here's a happy little slice. E arrived Saturday blurry and jet lagged. We dragged him to the Clown Bar anyway. It's a wonderful place in the 11eme. It is verboten to take any pictures of the interior of this gem from 1910..."Oh, really. I'm sorry, I don't understand because je ne parle que la nourviture Franciase".
"Oh, I get it. You don't want me to take pictures in here. OK, I won't".
Look how tired the boy is. We skipped dessert, a big generous sacrifice, so he could go to sleep. We had another good dinner and a great time at: The Clown Bar
114, rue Amelot, 75011
2 comments:
They are so sweet. Young love!!!
And you are so bad!
Darling! When are you coming home? I have been out of touch for a week but the pic's are GREAT. Can't wait to hear the details!! It all looks fabulous.
Can I forward on to Lauryn?
Kathy
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