A rather strange street where the shops are all raised up a level and the cars pass by below, half-obscured. To go to the shops across the street, one has to use stairs to go down, cross to the other side, and climb back up again. It's nice because I feel a bit removed from the cars. And this street isn't as noisy as it could be. There must be a better route elsewhere for motorcycles and honky, in-a-hurry types.
The TV here was broadcasting the Germany-U.S.A. World Cup match, and I guess I should have been paying attention, but I was too far away from the screen and too far away from my country to care. The other people in the café seemed relatively uninterested as well. The game came and went with nary a hoop or holler. I don't even know who won, though I guess I'll ask the patron on my way out.
My table is rectangular, a four-seater in fake wood. The chairs are brown cracking vinyl backs and seats held together by spare, curved metal rods, little rubber feet on the end of each thin leg. The ashtrays are white. My espresso came with a blue sugar cube packet that provides trivia information about the Gili islands. They are in the Indian Ocean near Australia (Australia seems to be inhabited by a monstrously large goldfish), the air there is 26° C (about 80° F) , and there are 2000 inhabitants. At least, there were that many when this sugar packet was produced, which may have been quite a long time ago considering the dirtiness of the wrapper and the fact that the sugar cubes had fused together into one super mega cube.
NOTE: Germany beat the U.S. team, 1 to 0.
Metro: Strasbourg-St. Denis
Sugar: one double-strength sugar cube
Copyright © 2003 David Sadegh.
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