A couple of weeks ago, the Times ran this article from their Paris Bureau Chief giving 8 Pieces of Advice about living in Paris. It ran with the picture above, and included the choice tidbit "Make friends with a good butcher," along with a charming description of Monsieur Yvon. My butcher in Mumbai is named Tyrone. He has eight fingers, a cleaver that looks like it was forged over a campfire, and a shirt that says "For Good Luck, Rub My Belly." I snapped this as he was mauling a contraband tenderloin for me. Other than that, it's just like Paris.
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