The café is set back a bit from the long Boulevard Saint Germain, but once in a while the noise of a mufflerless motorcycle cuts across the air directly into my ears. I'm sitting inside the café at a square wooden table, and the front of the place is open. The floor of the place is raised up a bit, so I'm above the round outside tables to my right, looking down on a man drinking Perrier, a woman drinking Coke at the table next to him, and a couple with two girls a little farther down the row drinking who knows what.
My espresso came with a packet of sugar cubes, and the ashtray is plain black plastic. The purple lampshades hanging upside-down from the ceiling look as though they're made of crepe paper. The chairs inside are wooden with light purple seat cushions and outside they're wicker with red and white plastic caning to match the outside table tops, which have designs of delicate white powdery lines across a red background.
Price of an espresso: 1.85 euros
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
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