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I got there on a Saturday evening.

I made the mistake of going to the Jour et Nuit.

The place was busy but I didn't feel like a Hun.

I sat waiting for Life to come along and sweep me up.

I had part of a bottle of French beer called Panther Pils ( so help me ), then switched to Tuborg.

After a few hours, Life hadn't showed, and I was crocked.

I went to my hotel and slept.

The next morning a little cognac made me feel better -- but what can you do in Paris on Sunday morning??

So I drank more cognac.