I went to another small soiree with JP and Kyoko last night. It was at their friend’s apartment in the 20eme, which is filled with Lebanese cafes (yum, the smell of sweet tobacco).
Their friend is Brazilian but grew up mostly in London and speaks with a British accent.
His friend, a native Frenchie, was also there, en route to Poland.
Kyoko is Japanese, and she and JP (fellow American) came with their roommate who’s German—from Freiburg of all places, Aim!
I ate sushi, they had steak. I brought the Pierre Hermé chocolates.