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05.11.01: Le Saint Malo, rue René Boulanger / rue de Lancry My search for the perfect per-Yiddish hangout was a bit absurd, since there's no place in Paris that's whitout a perfectly functional café. It was really more a question of where in town to pass the time before heading to class, and that always became a sort of paralyzing decision. And yet it was only a year and a half after first starting classes that there that the most obvious way to solve the time-killing problem was right under my nose -- or at least right under (and to the right of) Médem itself. That would be the Saint Malo café, a standard-issue place with arborite tables and brown naugahyde seats, bad fluorescent lighting, and a small but friendly post-workday crowd. Problem now was I couldn't go back.
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