5.31.18. We had a secret meeting in the morning with our DMI partners, then the last remaining souls took a long walk around Paris. We had reservations at Le Perchoir but found out it was closed, so we spilled over to Cicciolina next door. We eased our way through courses of apps, pizzas, pastas, cigs, and wine. We talked politics and small business and everything non-work. I'll remember the site of the guys, sitting back in wicker chairs with red wine in hand, laughing and chatting with the Paris streets behind them and P running around like a crazy lady.
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