The title of this post was supplied by the often hilarious memoir
by Enique Vila-Matas. The drawing is, of course, another great cover of The
New Yorker magazine which lovingly portrays exactly what it is about this
city that has made it the capital of civilizations for hundred of years. Paris
is a symbol of everything we have suffered and fought for to create the sort of
society we feel elevates the dignity of the individual, a society that fosters
free thought, romance, and the pursuit of happiness. Because going out for a
drink with friends certainly makes me happy.
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