And for me, a kir at the Flore is the
quintessential Paris cafe experience.
I know, I know—the Flore is overpriced
and full of tourists. But when I first
went there, it still managed to be
the neighborhood cafe (even with Sartre
at one table and Marlene Dietrich at
another)—and so it's still dear to my heart.
Besides, I can nurse a drink for a very, very
loooong time!
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