Lynn's son Christopher at the Marchéd'Aligre
My cuisses de grenouille - frog's thighs, in a correct translation - aka
frog's legs
Taking the sun in the Place des Vosges - one of these women is a grandmother and the other is much, much younger.
Place de la Contrescarpe, where we had l'aperitif, along with half of Paris and the ghost of Ernest Hemingway
Buying wine for dinner on the rue
Mouffetard
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