Nothing says Paris like taking a pit stop at a brasserie (does it matter which one?), grabbing a table and watching the world walk by. As we sit close to Congres (Maillot) we are enjoying one of the finest Belgian ‘pressions’ there is, Leffe. Despite my body being unsure of where it is (40 hours ago I was in Seoul, 20 hours ago in Toronto) I have to say a warm spring day in Paris can sure make you not care.
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