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05.06.02: L'Orange Café, rue des Haudriettes A good day for new discoveries during my waning days in Paris. As usual I went in just to wait out the 15 minutes before going to see a (truly awful) early-80s Portuguese film at Le Latina. But sitting at the counter of this place, totally inconspicuous from the outside, I realized just how much orange was surrounding me. By contrast, the pub across the street, The Quiet Man, was probably even smaller, yet less inconspicuous; I noticed it every time I rode by on the way to thr BN, and wondered every time when I'd finally make it there - which turned out to be the following night, and many thereafter. The tiny window seat was rather irresistable, along with the choice of stouts and whacked-out Franco-Irish owner.
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