Random Synapse Firing

For no reason that I can think of, I find myself thinking of a dinner I had in Paris. It was maybe 5 years ago, late summer along the Champs-Elysees. The restaurant was a tourist trap, or at least a tourist delayer an Ichiro relay away from the Arc de Triomphe. There was two-level seating, with the upstairs accessible through two narrow staircases at either end of the l-shaped floor. I was seated upstairs, in the back and near a corner. It made sense, as I was eating alone, and there were lar...