At Le Monde’s bar, a portly man—apparently a manager of sorts—blowing haute air with two old, midwestern friends who were visiting the city. They ask him about working so close to Columbia, with the students and all. Yeah, but we keep it too expensive for the kids. Mostly professors and faculty in here. They agree: That […]
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