The Bastille monument stands before me, lit up in the dark. This café is lit up too, brightly lit, in direct contrast to the shadowy café next door illuminated only barely by a purple neon sign. I would have gone there, but at this moment I need light.
Another reason it seems brighter here is because all the tables have white tops. The place is rather big but all the tables are round and all the chairs are wicker with black-accented tan plastic caning. It gives an odd impression from the sidewalk because there aren't very many customers, just this sea of white tables with wicker chairs all around.
The cup and saucer for my espresso have black rings around the rims interrupted in four places by golden triangles pointing downward (on the cup) or inward (on the saucer). I received a little bar of dark chocolate and a packet of sugar cubes, and by the time I dropped the cubes in, ate the chocolate, drank the small glass of water, and stirred the espresso a bit, it was already tepid. Oh well, better to drink a cold espresso than burn the tongue, I always say. I hate when that happens.
Jazz music is playing softly.
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
Bonus: small bar of chocolate and glass of water
Copyright © 2002 David Sadegh.
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