Every day in Paris seems to have become a parade for the country who has most recently won a World Cup match. A few cars and motorcycles have been honking their way past on the street with red Turkish flags draped out of the windows. The radio here just played "We Will Rock You" but neglected to mix the song with "We Are The Champions," as is often done on my clasic rock station back home. Turkey beat Senegal this afternoon, but Senegal would have put on a better show if they had won. There just aren't enough enthusiastic Turkish people in this town. I did see a couple of people wearing Turkish flags as capes, but they were just walking rather nonchalently down the street. No, not a very impressive display of support at all. Come on guys, your team made it into the semifinals!
The street here is not too busy, and when the stoplights further down are red, it's very tranquil (it's a one-way street). The view is nice, a lot of trees and a park a little ways down the street on the other side. The front of the café is open, and the temperature could not be better.
The tables are real wood, cherry stained, and the chairs are cane wicker with beige and maroon seats and backs. Two Heineken ashtrays sit piggybacked on the table adjacent to mine. The sugar came in a blue tube, powdered like sugar should never be. Powdered sugar is alright for doughnuts, I guess, but not coffee.
Once in a while, prostitutes without pants come walking around the corner, taking a break from their place of work on the neighboring streets.
Metro: Strasbourg-St. Denis
Sugar: tube of powdered sugar
Copyright © 2003 David Sadegh.
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