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06.01.01: Le Champs de Mars, avenue de la Bourdonnais / avenue Rapp With Lola back to Germany, Ken's back to hounding me, in this case for some homemade pizza. Well, I'm willing to be hounded. For whatever reason, though, this dull early January day finds me doing something at the American Library. How is it that such a swank part of town can house a library so acoustically conducive to screaming children? It's a throwback, I suppose; reminds me of the old library in the Côte St. Luc shopping centre, and since France tends to lag about a decade behind the States in terms of, well, everything...
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