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Sartres says “others”.

I say: “others, checking out sales at a major Parisian department stores on a hot Summer day”.

On the other hand, that satin-lined tux is so gonna get me envious looks from every last pimp in the neighbourhood.

Yes folks, satin-lined.

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If you happen to live in France, 9pm to 10:30pm tonight is possibly the best time of the decade to:

  • Safely drive a formula 1 at top speed through Paris.
  • Play a little soccer game with your friends on the Champs-Elysées, possibly using the Arc de Triomphe as goal.
  • Have unimpeded sex on top of the Pyramide du Louvre.
  • Rob Banco do Brazil’s headquarters in Paris with a bottle opener and a shopping cart.

On the other hand, if you’re looking for a quiet romantic evening, I’d stay out of Brazilian restaurants.

Anyway: we’ll be on the Pont des Arts with some fine food and a bottle of red wine, enjoying the quieter surroundings until late, quite likely all night, if Brazil’s pummelling of the French goes as planned.