I did something really stupid.  I decided to quit drinking right before the holidays.  And then, to top it off, I took a trip to Paris – a place where wine flows like the river Seine.  I know – Poor Me.   I’m not asking for sympathy,  I’m just saying that it wasn’t always easy for someone  newly sober.  Fortunately, I got through it  relatively unscathed and learned a few things along the way.  So I thought I’d share a few.

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Day 38

You might be surprised to learn that the loft my husband and I call home has a bar directly below it.

The entrance to the bar – which I will call  Journey’s End – would be easy to miss except for a small lighted sign with the bar name and a martini glass that hangs above the inconspicuous front door like a homing device for drunkards. 

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