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The People of Europe
Once, recently, I forgot about Oliver who was our waiter at Lou Pescadou in Paris. After we sat outside and had foie gras and French onion soup it was late and there was a view of Saint-Sulpice and we had drinks with Oliver after closing. What about Regan, who was a college friend and who happened to be in Paris for one night and we met her for an evening at the Eiffel Tower and it sparkled and we had the cherries from Le Quatre Saisons and the rosé Champaign from Nicolas that we had picked up on Rue Cler on the way. And then of course speaking of Rue Cler, I also forgot of our café called L’Éclair where Simon our waiter called our names from down the street every evening when we returned to close out the night at our café.