Les Deux Magots

I enjoyed a late supper of smoked salmon and toast the other night at Les Deux Magots. Sitting next to me were some higher-ups in the Chirac mob. No doubt they were preparing to insinuate themselves into the Sarkozy mob since the former has thrown his support to the latter. We wonder why things never change.

In the morning, I'm off to L'éclaireur to buy some Catherine Michiels bracelets for a special friend--as opposed to a fille sympa--who just arrived from Los Angeles.