Americana: Not Everyone Deserves Paris

A tale from the blogosphere that is more cringe worthy than amusing:

When I lived in Paris, my sister and her husband came to visit. They were going to Deauville the next day and wanted to buy stuff for a picnic lunch.

I sent them to the still-open markets at Les Halles (this was the early ’80s). They came back empty-handed. “Disgusting,” they announced.

I sent them to the supermarché. “So much better,” they declared. “Everything was wrapped in plastic!”

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