AKA the "Grandma/Grandpa" Spot
Since leaving Paris many have asked what I miss most about it. The list of what I don't miss is longer and easier to compile. I admit though, after three years I started to love the place a bit. During a recent layover in Charles de Gaulle, on a slow crawl from Singapore to NY, I observed myself from afar. What would I do with my six hours in Paris? I zipped by metro into the city on autopilot and walked into my "local", Absinthe Cafe. It was like I never left - there were Grandma and Grandpa welcoming me to breakfast, all warmth and smiles.