By Morris Dean
When I went to bed last night, I wasn’t remembering that I had scheduled a skeleton of my second “Notes from Paris” column. Sorry about that, but even more sorry that I haven’t yet written it!
But believe me: my embarrassment over this is great, and I now feel more highly motivated than I was to write about the star-shaped intersections of Paris, which so captured my imagination that they only make me want to return to Paris to experience them again.
When I went to bed last night, I wasn’t remembering that I had scheduled a skeleton of my second “Notes from Paris” column. Sorry about that, but even more sorry that I haven’t yet written it!
But believe me: my embarrassment over this is great, and I now feel more highly motivated than I was to write about the star-shaped intersections of Paris, which so captured my imagination that they only make me want to return to Paris to experience them again.
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I almost died trying to cross the street at one of those. If you are half way across when the light changes you are up shit creek.
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