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| I had some delicious food in newly discovered (for me) restaurants when I was in Paris. But our best meal of the day was often this one—collected on the way back to the apartment and enjoyed with a glass (or two) of wine as we rehashed the high points of the day and planned the next. |
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| Okay, this stuff is beyond yummy, but for me it was mostly a "visual" feast. [To see more ABC posts, go here. And, of course, I'm Dreaming of France.] |
