The last time we saw Paris, we saw Sam Thomas, who is as native to Louisiana as a muskrat, dancing at Regine's, whither he had ventured from the George V, where he had a suite that he used as an office to organize a dinner at Versailles for 300 Cajuns, to make reservations at the Lido and the Crazy Horse, and to book the whole mob on planes and buses for a gambling sortie to Monte Carlo (he could have been doing all this at once; it is hard to say with Sam). When we caught up with him again this...
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