For a while there were competing music stations here, which was rather distressing. One of them could have been music videos playing on the large, elevated television whose screen is turned away from me. At one point I could hear both "What If God Was One Of Us?" and "You Oughta Know" being played at the same time. Now there is only one song playing, thankfully. Since I've been here, I've heard a wealth of old favorites, including "Luka," "Eyes Without A Face," and something that sounded like George Michael singing a lounge version of "Roxanne." Sometimes it's hard to feel like I'm actually in a foreign country.
Especially with the prompt service I've been getting from the bleach-blond spiky-haired waiter, who also seems to be trying to maintain table mats and place settings on at least one out of every three sets of tables. I was trying to figure out the best combination of coins to give him for my espresso (which came accompanied by a packet of sugar cubes) when he came bounding up out of nowhere to take the money.
It's raining non-stop outside. A man slowly leads his family down the sidewalk and holds an acccordian-shaped piece of paper over his glasses to keep the rain off. I shudder to think that a flimsy bit of paper is all that's preventing from the man's entire family from perhaps becoming inextricably lost in the Bercy park.
This place is large, with the bar counter in the middle like an island or oblong hub. Someone is playing the Monster Bash pinball machine. And the 80's hits continue, with Nena singing the German version of "99 Luftballons."
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
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