Reservations?

We sat on the quai that night, the Seine whispering by. Your sweatshirt was our tablecloth. My Swiss Army knife, the silver. We shared a baguette, saucisson, a round of Brie, red wine with no label.  Fed each other strawberries.

Paris summer night
pending possibilities
Michelin five star

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