|Prompt for Week 3: Where We Meet|
An interesting prompt, and I did go into the archives for this one.
When I lived in Paris (a long time ago), the Café de Flore was
my favorite meeting place. In those days, even a poor kid like me
could afford to live in St. Germain. The waiters would let
you sit there (sometimes with Sartre and de Beauvoir deep in
thought or conversation at the next table!) for as long as you
could nurse a café or a glass of wine—and they didn't cost a lot
either. Even though it kills me to pay $10 for a cup of
coffee there now, I still like to go to the Flore when I'm in
Paris, nurse that coffee until it's ice cold, and reminisce.
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