Thursday, October 6, 2011

Not Nyet



LIZ SAYS: After the eggs and mayo, Dick and I were thirsty. All we wanted was water, but, this was the Marais, Madame. "These are rest-taur-rahnts, Madame, we don't surhv(ah) drinks," I was told as we slid into an empty table and almost opened our mouths.
Forced to enter the alimentarie for severely overpriced bottled product we heard the very stern, strong voices that had an incredibly masculine feel. About 25 well hefted guys with gray and graying hair singing to traditional unfamiliar instrumentation. We'd heard the songs before, but usually it was accompanied by a sienna suited chorus with red accent colors. The woman held the basket of cd's and would accept cash in trade. After the almost DSK incident we felt almost Hitchcock spy thriller thirsty.

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