The Bastille market, where Parisians were busy snapping up oysters and lobsters and more for their New Year's Eve parties. Actually, the best New Year's Eve I've ever spent was here in Paris, 11 years ago. This year, a quiet night at home, an Almodóvar movie, bed well before midnight. Am I getting old?
No. You are confusing "getting old" with "becoming wise."
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