Just down there is my street.
"On Earth As In Heaven" wedding dress shop, whose window says, "Creating wedding dresses and dreams":
I loved sitting at this little outdoor wine bar and having a coffee, writing postcards and listening to the sloped Montmartre street passing me by, scooters and bicycles and chastising fathers walking past.
But eventually the cold pushed me inside, where I was the only soul besides the waiter, from whom I accidentally ordered a plate of meat. Just... meat.
(Not the first time that's happened. The first night I was in Italy 10 years ago I enthusiastically ordered some random thing on the menu, saying to my friends, "I have no idea what I just ordered, I just hope it's not, like, a plate of raw meat or something!" Which is exactly what it was... I think perhaps carpaccio. But the joke's on Young Jenna - now I absolutely adore carpaccio.)
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