An old place,
a portal if you will.
Through the doors and Paris awaits.
The ever changing board of promises.
A companion full of old and new surprises.
The food comes and goes and with it joy and excitement joins the party.
Stories are exchanged, queries answered, laughter with good food, now all that is needed is the Tuscan sun.
A toast then, to all things quirky. May they always fly free.
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Amen to that, Bro :)
Deek
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