Summing it Up…”Where’s a good place for dinner?” I asked. “There’s the Brasserie Lipp on the Avenue St. Germaine,” she said, “or La Coupole in Montmartre.” “Not La Coupole,” I said. “I’ve been there before. That’s the place that’s crowded and noisy and smells bad and everybody’s rude as hell, isn’t it?” “I think you just described France,” she said.
