This café would be a lot nicer if I could stop sneezing. It's gotten quite cold outside, and I don't think the weather is agreeing with me. Luckily I am armed with plenty of Kleenex from the Monoprix down the street.
A disturbing sight out the window earlier: a woman driving while talking on her cell phone and smoking a cigarette, all at the same time. I suppose she should be applauded for her little juggling act, but it might be better for her to perform such tricks somewhere where there aren't so many people around.
The music has been quite varied -- from The Platters' "Pretender" to the Village People with "Y.M.C.A." It's the oldies station, but I wonder at what point the Village People became an "oldie."
It's possible that my espresso tasted a little burnt, but I only say that after having recently learned that coffee could be burnt. It doesn't seem very intuitive to me. My sense of taste seems lacking -- I have to admit that I have little or no ability to distinguish between various coffees, beers, or wines. I guess the bright side is I can drink relatively cheap stuff and not really notice the difference. At least I can tell if there is sugar in my espresso -- there wasn't any this time because it was served to me powdered in a blue Lavazza tube. It's ok, I'm not in a very sweet mood at the moment anyway. Aaahhh-chooo!
127, Ave. Gambetta
Phone: 01 40 31 61 55
Sugar: tube of powdered sugar
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