My friend Benoit is in town from Detroit for a few weeks, and dropped by Monday night for a visit. I hadn't seen Ben since we left Michigan, and I was so happy to see a friend.
He was sporting a tan that smacked of August-vacationed Parisian, and when I jealously pointed this out, he said proudly, "This tan is from Detroit!"
We walked to the bar at the end of the street and drank mojitos next to the terrasse. We traded news and work gossip and made fun of people from the Detroit office. I miss having work friends.
Benoit hams it up for the blog
Benoit's mom lives in Nuilly, which is only a short 25-minute walk from our apartment, so I walked him home afterward. It was only then that I realized that it's usually boys that walk girls home, and for a good reason, for I was suddenly alone on the street at nighttime. So I called a few good friends and they "walked" me home. Not that Levallois or Nuilly are particularly dangerous, but it's still nice to have company in the dark.
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