the literary booze entry is inspired by a weekly column in London's Time Out. there doesn't seem to be a similar column in Paris...and lord knows, there's no dearth of possibilities. to begin, here's Ernest Hemingway from A MOVEABLE FEAST: "I met Joyce who was walking along the Boulevard St.-Germain after having been to a matinee alone. He liked to listen to the actors, althought he could not see them. He asked me to have a drink with him and we went to the Deux-Magots and ordered dry sherry although you will always read that he drank only Swiss white wine." the Deux-Magots (6 place Saint-Germain-des-Pres) has more than its fair share of other literary ghosts, from Oscar Wilde to Janet Flanner...i've never tried ordering sherry there, but i'll try it. see you there?