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08.05.02: Zango Bar, rue Daguerre The other night I had latched onto the idea that Karolina needed to learn to play pool, and since she lived right around the corner from that place in the 14e where Ken and I had played a few times, we made it our first deliberate date to try it out (though I was never sure how much of a real date it was in anyone's mind). Unfortunately, although the pool tables were still there, the place had slid dangerously close toward boîte-hood, complete with bouncer and music played extra-loud for our listening pleasure. Since that was an enitrely unattractive option to both of us, we walked over to the rue Daguerre, quietly hip in its own right, and had a drink sitting uncomfortably on a pair of stools at a pointlessly tall table. It turned into a couple more drinks, as we headed back to Place Edgar Quinet for some more getting-to-know-you chat -- mostly from me, it seemed, since she would prove remarkably cagey about self-disclosure.
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