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May 1st, 1985

A great French (indeed, European) holiday; shops and restaurants mostly closed. Called Hugs, who came over for another deep-soaking bath and a change of shirt and underwear. Around 1:30 we went out for a lunch at a nearby brasserie, Lutetia; snails and lotte for me, duck salad sole menuise for Gwyn and Hugs, a bottle of Sinere? for all three; they had dessert, not me. Coffee all around.

After lunch we walked over to the dead-end Rue Recamier, which has a park the end and a pleasant, highly praised restaurant on the street itself. Cunning, well laid out playground for children, with benches around for grownups. Back to the hotel by 5; Hugs returned to his digs to organize his photos into a portfolio for submission to possible employers.

Gwyn and I had dinner at La Coupole; ate lightly- Claire oysters for Gwyn, onion soup for me; main courses, roast chicken and sole menuiere; dessert, crepes flambé gilles. Home by midnight.