There is a bumblebee standing on the outside (thankfully) of my window, apparently taking care of some personal hygiene. The clouds have almost all but disappeared, and the sun is shining in onto my table. The café sits on the edge of a large and rather unattractive plaza that holds the metro entrance and a newspaper kiosk. The outside tables are unshaded. Next to a lone, thin tree are parked a big shiny blue motorcycle and a folded wheelchair. The motorcycle's owner looks as though he should be hot, sitting in the sun in his big blue and black jacket. He has a blue backpack on the chair beside him, in case there was still any doubt as to his favorite color.
Inside, the tables are square with multicolored marbled tops. Most of the tables have blue plastic ashtrays that sport the letter W and a silhouette of a flying eagle. The chairs are simple metal with vinyl magenta seat and back cushions. I was given a packet of sugar cubes with my espresso.
There are several large potted slightly-withering plants scattered about the place. The lights consist mainly of large white half-spheres, whether they are hung from the ceiling or stuck on brass supports anchored to the tops of the central booths. It's a fairly large place, and there are a good number of people here though there is room for many more. The men lined up at the bar look like they all played for the same mediocre soccer team about twenty years ago. The biker outside has finally taken off his jacket in the heat. A younger man sitting near him is entrenched in a black coat, however, and for some unknown reason his feet are tapping madly against the cobblestones.
Metro: Corentin Celton
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
Copyright © 2002 David Sadegh.
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