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28.06.01: Café Léonard, rue de Turbigo Sometimes, it really is the seats that make the café. I've been eyeing this one and its recumbent leather (vinyl?) armchairs for many weeks now, figuring I have to make it a pre-Yiddish stop. Well today is the blowout bash at Médem, the finale for the year's courses, and I've got a major part in our class' little skit about the American Jew and his nextdorke. Seems like the French Jews really do find something novel and folksy about how American Jews thrive on blurring the boundaries between themselves and the mainstream. Dreyfus lives?
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