It's official: either it's too hot or too cold in this blasted city. The cool breeze was nice earlier when I was walking around, but now a chilly wind is coming in through the nearby window-door and I am freezing in my t-shirt.
My table is small and round and the top appears to be heavy plastic with cracks painted on it. The ashtray is clear glass. The sugar came in cube form in a little packet. Some jazz-type instrumental music is playing. The intersection is rather noisy.
The woman at the next table tried to order in French, a beer and a salad, and the waiter told her she could order in English, it was okay. He gave her a menu and suggested the salad of the day -- chicken tandori with cucumber -- and she said yes. I think she would have been happy with any salad. And any beer (she ended up asking for a Heineken). Sometimes that's all a person really needs; the details are rather unimportant. Just get me a salad and a beer and I'll be happy. Although I prefer my salad without the chicken tandori, whatever that is.
65, rue de Rennes
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
Copyright © 2002 David Sadegh.
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