Following last week’s 8-year Paris-iversary, I was reminded of my first Thanksgiving here—only six days after I’d moved—when I feasted alone at an empty restaurant, save for the chef’s Golden Retriever as my dining companion; sniffing around for scraps as I spread foie gras on toast and sipped some beaujolais nouveau.
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