Just like Carries first date with “the Russian” Alexander Petrovsky,  — well, granted there was no red Russian tea room at midnight, nor a non-bathing living art exhibit, but the randomness and perfectness of the evening, all still the same.

He was taller than I remembered and more handsome.  He looked more rested and serene.  

We went to Café Bleu and he ordered the wine, a supremely delicious Rhone. I had the ahi which was spicy but tres bien with the cherry sauce. Great recommendation from our British waiter. Cheerio!

It was Mardi Gras so we silently watched the colorful Fat Tuesday revelers.  There were no beads for us that night, but just like on Sex and the City, one amazing first kiss that tasted of cherries.

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