I can see part of the Fountain Saint Michel over the top of the large Gibert Jeune bookstore in front of me. It's hot and I was regretting not asking the waitress for a glass of water with my coffee, but she brought one anyway. She also waited for me to pay her immediately. I guess there are those who would run off after drinking their beverage, and she's not taking any chances. Behind me, inside the café, Fashion Television is playing, and various fashion show-friendly tunes are providing a soundtrack to my café experience.
My table is round, dark fake wood with a silver edge. The sugar came in a white tube that says "S U C R E" on it. The water came in a small glass that is a little bigger than a shot glass.
Tourists walk back and forth in front of me. An angry French woman with a tall can of beer in her hand is accosting people and yelling at them with such venom that I can see the spit fly out of her mouth from my relatively safe distance. The tourists don't seem too disturbed by this behavior. In fact, if they've been here for any length of time, I'm sure they've seen it before.
Metro: Saint Michel
Sugar: tube of powdered sugar
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