In front of me, across the gardens of Les Halles, is the magnificent St. Eustache church, and the part covered in scaffolding is neatly blocked by green trees and vine-covered arched walkways. I'm sitting outside at a square marble table in a cane wicker chair with a maroon and off-white seat. The weather is cloudy and moderate, nice. Near me a man is wrestling with plastic wrapping, trying to get at a toy he has bought for his young son sitting across from him.
My ashtray is blue and has the image of a camel silhouetted against the moon. My espresso came with a packet of sugar cubes. The boy is telling his father the game cartridge doesn't work, so the man is now examining it and wrestling with the instruction manual. The boy, impatient, wants the thing back and the father says (in French), "Wait, Richard. You asked me to look at it and I'm looking at it." It's some kind of Game Boy thing, and it turns out that it works in a different game Boy than the one they have. Very disappointing.
Metro: Les Halles
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
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