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30.04.02: Le Tabac des Quatre Fils, rue des Archives / rue des Haudriettes Madrid, San Sebastian - sorry, Donostia - Bilbao, Lisbon, 20 hours on the train back to Paris just in time for Bob Dylan at Le Zénith with Mark, and right away back to work at the BN. I always had a fairly consistent route for riding over - you had to, given the intricacies of one-way roads in this town. As a result I always passed this place on the way there, when I was less inclined to stop than on the way back - which was unforrtunate, because this was an especially serence bit of urban space. So today I made a point of it, baasking in the little bit of sun that makes it down to street level in the uppwe Marais. For the trivia fans out there, this was the only café in the chronicle known offically as a tabac.
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