The café is bordered by two small streets, one of which is a pedestrian-only street, and I'm wondering why there are still empty tables. Well, there were only two, actually, out of a couple dozen outside tables, and I grabbed one of them. The sky is clear and I'm in the shade. In front of me is a corner of Les Halles, lots of green and steps.
The woman at the table next to me told her companion she was going to the toilette, and proceeded to knock over her empty coke bottle with her purse as she squeezed her way around the table. The bottle broke on the ground at my feet, but there were no injuries.
My table has a small, round flesh-colored top with a brass rim. The coffee cup is wide and yellow, with a gold rim. My sugar came in a blue tube, powdered. Two women near me are currently relaying large amounts of information into their respective cell phones. The waiter took my money and then asked me later if I had already paid. I said yes, and he picked up the receipt and tore it with his teeth to seal the deal.
1 rue Turbigot
Metro: Les Halles
Sugar: tube of powdered sugar
Copyright © 2002 David Sadegh.
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