Like ce soir. I'm sitting at some little place nursing an Armagnac at 9:45 with the sky still bright bright bright, wearing SHADES here at utterly charmless Porte Maillot, and the entire world is going by, just like on Houston Street, and I don't hear any Anglais and it is tres pleasant.
As the world goes by I mean Maghrebiens, Japanese, Germans and everyone in between. An authentic French beggar, no doubt a LePin supporter from way back (he's most aggressive with the Africans among us). Happily, almost everyone ignores him except when he speaks in English.
I passed a couple of superannuated American chicks earlier. I didn't say anything but I wouldve known they were from America because...they had a WIDE LOAD sign attached.
LOL, ROTFL. Not really. I just feel real snarkoso this eventide.
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