In the naughty old Paris of the turn of the century, Maxim's was a wicked wonderland. Girls with velvet names like Lolo, Dodo, Cloclo and Froufrou lolled there hoping to meet a king, a count, even a pretender, and were celebrated by Franz Lehar in his Merry Widow ("Now I'm off to Chez Maxim, where it's always so in-time"). Today the wine and the food are still among Paris' best, and there are girls there still, but they are rather a different sort. They are going to school.
Social Filter. L'Academie Maxim's was...
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