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Alimari

Published: Jan 3, 2008

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Description

Near Notre Dame, somewhere or other in Paris, after having an excellent couple of scoops of Berthillion. The ice creams were cinnamon and blackberry and I recommend it to everyone.

Come on, you wish you'd found it first.

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SONY

Model

DSC-W50

Shutter Speed

10/1600 second

Aperture

F/7.1

Focal Length

6 mm

ISO Speed

Date Taken

Nov 20, 2007, 10:36:27 PM

Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License

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KakashiLvr

Jan 3, 2008

Ha! That reminds me of the signs in Paris that lead you to the Musee de les Invalides. They just say "Invalides ->" which makes it look like it says "Cripples, this way."

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