We met up for dinner that started with hot chocolate at Cafe Rendez-vous, an old-fashioned style, classic
friendly place by the catacombs in Paris, with a direct metro to Chelsea and walking distance from our apartment.
Gabriel knows the bartender; hot chocolates are our go-to, especially on a chilly night.
In France, nobody minds if you are not of age. Olivia breastfed while glittery shoes dangled.
Eventually, we had dinner and talked long after the last glass was removed.
The only part of our family affair that was missing was Sacha.
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