This pizza bar is on the rue du Quatre Septembre.
It wasn't lunch time yet and I didn't eat here. I continued my Sunday morning walk westerly, toward the Opéra, humming a Doors tune.
Monday, June 18, 2018
Show me the way to the next pizza bar
Oh, don't ask why. There seems to be a proliferation of pizza places in Paris. I don't remember seeing so many, everywhere. Maybe I just wasn't looking, but I don't think that's the case.
It wasn't lunch time yet and I didn't eat here. I continued my Sunday morning walk westerly, toward the Opéra, humming a Doors tune.
It wasn't lunch time yet and I didn't eat here. I continued my Sunday morning walk westerly, toward the Opéra, humming a Doors tune.
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So many pizza places here, too. And more keep popping up. And now I can't get the song out of my head! Or if we don't find the next little dollar I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die. (Curse you, Red Baron.)
ReplyDeletemitch. just returning the favor... ;)
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