After we got married, one spring afternoon in Paris, we wandered dazedly across the Place St. Sulpice, past the baroque fountain where the four stone bishops stand guard, and ordered a bottle of Moet & Chandon at the Cafe de la Mairie. Since that all happened exactly 40 years ago, it seemed a good time to return to Paris (When is it not a good time to return to Paris?) to inspect some of the cafes where we had spent much of our youth.
Indeed, one can recall not only one's own past but that of all Paris through its cafes....
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