Paris, France, pales next to imitation
LET me understand. Susan Spano flew from France to Las Vegas so she could embed her many complaints about Paris, France, and praise a Las Vegas hotel in her column [“A Little Paris With a Great Big Pool,” Her World, July 3]. In a previous column, she told us Parisian coffee was no good; this time we find that neither French bread nor onion soup is any good. Spano’s implicit advice: Don’t waste your money on France, just go to Las Vegas for the best of everything.
Antonio San Marco
Los Angeles
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