Ah, That Matisse
November 6th 2009 When I worked at the U.S. Embassy in Paris, I had a lovely daily commute.
I walked across the street to the boulangerie on Boulevard de Port Royal, swallowed some sort of sinfully calorific pastry, and ducked into the metro. After sticking my ticket in the turnstile while attempting not to touch anything with my bare hands, I would elbow my way past the other commuters to the edge of the platfo
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