This one is for David Moore. He knows why (so does Barbara). That's citron vert in my hand, and it was the best goddamn lime glace that I have ever had and I am going back to Berthillon tomorrow, the next day, the next day, and the next. Take that! And take this audio experience of me eating my glace on the corner: 
In Paris. The desk clerk at the hotel, Pedro, has a wooden hand. Amy is arriving tomorrow and will actually enjoy Paris while I am in a conference (I know, poor Scott... there is a charitable organization that is supporting my pain; I will find the contact information and forward it on).
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