A quiet place, the lights inside are dim but the café is bright with plentiful windows and whitewashed wood walls, giving it a patio atmosphere throughout. The tables and chairs are dark, wood with mahogany-colored stain, and the cup and saucer for my espresso are black. The ashtrays are varied, but the two nearest to me are white, ceramic. ![]() The radio plays softly, French pop songs. A purposefully bald waiter with a purple apron comes and takes my money, counting out the coins and then snatching them up and the receipt as well. I would have liked to have kept the receipt as a souvenir, but I don't say anything. C'est pas grave. The radio station has shifted slightly somehow, and the music has degenerated into melodic static. I hate when that happens. |
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