Sometimes, it’s hard to know what is your better judgement kicking in, and what is unhealthy babying of your own stick-in-the-mud proclivities.

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The next day it was time to make room in the tummy, because I had my mind set on making pilgrimages to the places that, for me — epitomize / embody / distill into gorgeous, edible tableaux — the epicurean heights Paris can attain.

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