I went alone, an hour before close, and it was just before dusk. A full moon was rising, and black Ravens cawed as I walked down the deserting, windy pathways. . .
At the end of the night, I ended up going to a Halloween-decorated restaurant, and eating some dessert alone like a loser because I just wanted to be somewhere Halloweeny. Apparently the French dress up a little for Halloween and then go out to eat or to bars with friends. I vow to never not dress up for Halloween ever again, if possible.
the restaurant
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