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23.09.00: Bistrot du Peintre, rue de Charonne / avenue Ledru Rollin Later that evening, finally, a "night out," with childhood friend Nathalie (actually, sister of childhood friend), herself recently moved to Paris with her soon-to-be fiancé, who's nominally living at his own place in the 13e. Conveniently, Nathalie's living two blocks away from Serge's in the 11e, so a walk over is hardly a problem. We wind up at this place for a drink, at the base of very triangular corner building, which I find out over a year later is actually a well-known haunt of certain literati and glitterati. For me, its my first extended conversation in French, and boy do I find myself lacking. Later I'll come to decide that this is simply a matter of raised expectations.
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