After a very very long day walking from Montmartre towards our apartment, Mary and I spotted Harry's New York Bar. "Let's have a drink" I begged! This isn't like any other place in Paris that I've ever been. When we ordered wine, our nice waiter ( that would be him on the right) informed us they don't sell wine. NO WINE, IN PARIS?? I didn't miss a beat, and ordered Jack Daniels and club soda. "Non, Madame." Perrier was a good substitute. Mary ordered some fancy cocktail. I perused the walls and noted old football pennants hanging around the entire place. It didn't take me long to discover Auburn was nowhere in sight. When our waiter returned, I inquired. Do you want to predict his response? Bless his heart, he had no idea, but we watched as he went to the bar, asked the bartender and went all around the place in search of the Auburn pennant! Bottom line: That was the most expensive drink I've ever had in Paris. Mary and I could have had wine at the Crillon for less. And when I get my hands on an Auburn pennant, I'm sending it to Harry's Bar. We're Number One after all!