Eight o'clock, Place du Châtelet

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Eight o'clock, Place du Châtelet

Eight o'clock, Place du Châtelet:

As he sat outside his favourite café, Daglet Scribacious was surprised by a visit from the ghost of Paul Éluard.

Location: Pl. du Châtelet, Paris

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