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I had champagne at Maxim's, then went into a cafe called the Jour et Nuit to ask the way to Montmartre.

I never got there.

I met Claire, which was better.

She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.

I stared.

I didn't know a human could feed so fast and still be beautiful.

She was blonde, and young, and nice and round in a tight white dress.

Maybe her ravenous eating wasn't grotesque because she was so positive about it.