Saturday, September 12, 2015

On Being a Young American in Paris

From InsideChic:
Every night we went to a different restaurant—La Coupole, with its Art Deco columns and worn red leather banquettes; Brasserie Lipp, where the tourists are quickly shuttled upstairs; and Brasserie Balzar, next to the Sorbonne, the only place open on Sunday nights. We feasted on thick pavés of steak with salty frites and fresh avocados filled with shrimp. We were Americans in Paris, retracing Hemingway’s steps, lingering over café crèmes and ambling around the fountains and the alleys of chestnut trees in the Tuileries, Michelin Guide in hand. (Read more.)

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