Friday, April 4, 2008
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There was a little girl
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of
her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad
she was horrid.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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- S.W.A.K.
- Walking down the Champs-Élysée.
- So where's Andrew McCarthy?
- Happy Passover!
- Clarins #704
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- Hot chocolate. As big as your head.
- Le Louvre.
- Des fleurs. Part deux.
- Momma is here.
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- The torch. No, I didn't see it.
- Mmmm. Chocolate. I mean, mmmm, helping people.
- I went to a restaurant. And ordered. (Mostly corre...
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- The Town Hall of the 4th Arrondissement supports t...
- French TV rocks.
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- America. They got good signs there.
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yeah, I have no clue. Shall I call my friend Stephan? He would know. He would also laugh me off the phone!
ReplyDeleteThere is something to be said for clear directions. I hated that about London, too. I thought I had it figured out-- go to the bar at pubs, wait to be seated at restaurants-- but then we went to a pub where they sat us and gave us real menus. I think they just want to confuse Americans.
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