What can I say about tonight? You never know where you are going end up. I was the "plus one" for an intimate gathering of francophiles in a beautiful brownstone in Chelsea. Upon arrival we checked in and our name cards were giving to a gentleman dressed in some sort of french royal court meets kabuki. The gentleman then slammed down a giant staff and announced my entrance into the room. The next step was to have my photo taken with "Marie Antoinette". Since my mother taught me manners at a young age I knew instantly I needed to kiss her hand. We mingled with the guests before the presentation began for the Paris Residence Club while nibbling on a variety of french hors d'oeuvres and sipping sauvignon blanc. Suddenly the idea of a pied-à-terre in Paris just seemed delightful.
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