It's a nice day, so I'm at one of the little round tables well out in front of the café, facing the Place St. Sulpice. The part of the church closest to me is covered in scaffolding and construction partitions. The top of the fountain is hidden by trees on the other side of the street. But I can see most of the fountain, and a large part of the church from here. The ground slants up away from the café, so I feel as though I would slide backwards if the ground was at all slick.
There was a Schweppes glass on my table when I sat down, which I thought the waiter would clean off. He didn't, and instead put my bill inside so that it now sits in there, wedged upright. A bit strange, but I guess it allows people to put paper money inside without fear of it blowing away. I don't know. He came to collect the money soon enough anyway. Actually, I guess it's so the bill doesn't get lost or blow away. There is a nice breeze going at the moment.
The wicker chairs outside are chained together in rows. My coffee cup and saucer have floral designs painted on them. The church is striking an incredibly late hour, as though it were 100 o'clock or something. I was given a packet of sugar cubes and just enough espresso to cover the bottom of the cup.
Metro: Saint Sulpice
Price of an espresso: 2.20 euros
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
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