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Restaurant Lucas Carton, place de la Madeleine, Paris

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Lucas Carton is one of a handful of legendary temples of Paris fine dining. It first opened as a restaurant in the 1860s (!!) and, through a number of  changes (chef, restaurant name, fashion, the world around it, basically!),  has remained one of the City of Light’s most elegant tables. Of course, part of its […]

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Lucas Carton is one of a handful of legendary temples of Paris fine dining. It first opened as a restaurant in the 1860s (!!) and, through a number of  changes (chef, restaurant name, fashion, the world around it, basically!),  has remained one of the City of Light’s most elegant tables. Of course, part of its

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Winebar le Baron Rouge, rue Théophile Roussel, Paris

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It is fair to say that the Baron Rouge changed the way I think about how a public space can and should be used.  Before discovering Le Baron Rouge, I had never been in a place that spent so little time making guests physically comfortable or paying attention to the rules, but was so perfectly

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It is fair to say that the Baron Rouge changed the way I think about how a public space can and should be used.  Before discovering Le Baron Rouge, I had never been in a place that spent so little time making guests physically comfortable or paying attention to the rules, but was so perfectly

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Wine bar La Tartine, rue de Rivoli

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My memories of La Tartine always seem to be in black and white, from a part of my life so distant that recalling it seems like looking at an old photo.  Except that I remember the yellow of the walls, a streaky, ochre-yellow that comes from years and years of layered tobacco smoke. When we

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My memories of La Tartine always seem to be in black and white, from a part of my life so distant that recalling it seems like looking at an old photo.  Except that I remember the yellow of the walls, a streaky, ochre-yellow that comes from years and years of layered tobacco smoke. When we

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Over the years, I have been lucky enough to have eaten and drunk very well in France. Since my first visit in 1989, through the years of 1990-1991 when we lived in Paris, through frequent return visits after we were once again living in Seattle, until today, when we live full time in Orthez, some

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Over the years, I have been lucky enough to have eaten and drunk very well in France. Since my first visit in 1989, through the years of 1990-1991 when we lived in Paris, through frequent return visits after we were once again living in Seattle, until today, when we live full time in Orthez, some

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