In April as Marie and I enjoyed déjeuner on our first day in Paris, I watched these shoes stroll into the restaurant accompanied by a real French girl who was draped on the arm of what I supposed was a real French man.
Do not ask how I got this photo but I can tell you that I almost fell off of my high stool perch into someone's dessert. We had already made friends with our waiter who was quite amused. We did not charge him for the entertainment...
Café Marie Stuart
58, rue Montorgueil
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