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02.05.02: Tamla Café, boulevard Voltaire It was sometimes strange to realize that I lived so close to a fairly major concert venue, the Bataclan. Occasionally it would be hard not to notice, what with the queuing crowd or the security detail. It also must have accounted for the small stretch of slightly funky eateries. Sara and I, for instance, had tried the "New York Deli" sandwich shop right next to the laundromat, with mixed results (Parisians do not know bagels). Today I was less adventurous and stopped just for a coffee at one of the more college-y coffe-shop-y place I'd been to in Paris. Its motif was Motown, and it doubled as an small exhibition space.
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