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26.01.01: Le Temps des Cerises, rue de la Cerisaie / rue du Petit Musc I hadn't been to Serge's place in awhile, so I'm not sure what the purpose of this visit was -- probably something computer-related, although that would probably be the last fiddling I would do to get him online (I think I got him connected, but all speeds concerned were excruciatingly slow). But on the way I'd determined to set myself in this utterly homey place not far from Place de la Bastille, but one that was in face a million miles away -- "urban provincial," if there is such a thing. The chalkboard, the crockery, the bantering staff and customers -- all of it living up to all the right stereotypes.
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