A nice little place. With the rows of square tables and brown-cushioned chairs in the main section, and the pink neon of the strip above the bar and the sign behind the counter, it has all the cozy atmosphere of a cheap diner. Very, very faintly, I can hear music playing.
A woman with a fur-lined coat and snakeskin shoes walked her elderly mother in and sat her down near me. They are just sitting quietly at the moment, the mother facing out the front windows, the other woman turned towards me, sometimes trying to see what I am doing. She was conscientious enough to warn her mother that the coffee was hot. Now a man has shown up and joined them, and they are all having a nice conversation. The man is connected by a leash to a black poodle wearing a sweater and apparently gnawing on something on the floor.
My espresso was served with a packet of sugar cubes. In this front section the tables are fairly small and round. The fact that the Père Lachaise cemetary is nearby is emphasized by the large Jim Morrison poster and the array of small black and white photos of graves that hang above the bar.
Metro: Philippe Auguste
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
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