After dinner Khalil and I walked due north-east, almost to the edge of Belleville. We passed really close to the Pere Lachaise Cementary, but since it was almost midnight, I thought it better not to suggest a visit. Didn't want to get eaten by zombie Oscar Wilde.
The neighborhoods in the area were really ethnically diverse, and exteremely lively. However, we were both getting a bit tired so we decided to make just one more stop before heading back. We picked a place at random and it turned out to be a Kurdish restaurant, but the waiter couldn't serve us refreshments unless we ordered food, so we ended up having kirs and pastis at a corner bar of the non-Kurdish variety.
Afterwards, Khalil, as befits a man of science, was smart and took the metro to his hotel. I, on the other hand, was a total mo, and walked an extra hour home to get to know the city better.
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