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16.07.01: Bar Montorgueuil, rue Montorgueuil / rue Tiquetonne A milestone of sorts: the first three-café day. In this case, I had my mother's help, especially in that she wasn't actually with me for one of them. Lunch and coffee were less than impressive at a generic place on the othwerwise pleasant Rue Montorgueuil. When she insisted on doing some extended shopping at La Samaritaine, I insisted on holing up at a joint just up the block with my newspaper and watched the traffic cops. And finally, after the winding experience of picking up tickets for Molière at the Comédie Française, a beverage across the street seemed perfectly in order.
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