Some kind of salsa-type music is playing on the radio. The middle section of this place, a large area in front of the bar, could almost be considered a dance floor -- it's strangely devoid of furniture. A few tables sit in front of the open space, next to the windows. I'm on the right side, facing out towards the street. A man at a table on the opposite end is explaining something to someone via his cell phone.
It's a PMU horse race bar, and apparently it's off season. My table is square with a blurry granite design for the top and a blue plastic ashtray containing a lone cigarette stub smoked all the way to the filter. On my espresso saucer is a maroon tube of powdered sugar.
The radio is set to the "Nostalgie" station, and after a commercial interlude, Santana's mellow guitar licks reverberate through the place.
Metro: Maisons-Alfort - Les Juilliottes
Sugar: tube of powdered sugar
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