Well, the most expensive espresso I've gotten in a while. The place has an empty feeling, all glass and mirrors as though there is nothing here but little round granite-topped tables and silver chairs with black vinyl seat cushions. Above are giant quarter circle artificial skylights with designs of overlapping peach and mirror curves. Pop music plays quietly on the radio. Two men sitting at the table in front of me had an enormous brown doberman with them. He was a bit restless, lying down on the floor for a few seconds and dthen popping back up to look around at everything that was going on. At one point he started to sniff my purplish plastic giraffe-embossed ashtray and lick the side of my table before he was pulled away by his owner (who borrowed my pen for a few minutes). They've since left, but now a mangy Benji-type dog is sniffing about.
There are a significant number of people here and, in fact, it's not a bad place at all to sit for a while. The sides are open and so there is fresh air throughout, along with ambiant traffic noise. A man came up to me just now and asked to do my portrait for the special price of 8 euros. I told him I didn't have any money, but thanks just the same. We spoke in English a little bit and he asked me where I was from. "Texas," I said. Before that, he asked me if I was a writer. I said yes and he asked "Like Salinger?" I said not that good. As he was leaving I asked where he was from and he said "From here." Then he went off and started asking other people if they wanted a portrait done. He has messy light hair and a backpack and an untucked shirt and must be in his fifties or so. I think someone just bought him a coffee. He doesn't look like he's from here.
Metro: Palais Royal - Musée de Louvre
Price of an expresso: 2.5 euros
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