Coffee famine
Grandad September 15th, 2011
One of my favourite pastimes here is supping coffee in the local bar or cafe.
There is nothing better than sitting outside the cafe in the warm sun and watching the world go by. The best ones are the ones in the cities as there is usually a lot going on, and I can just sit, relax and watch the young girls people going about their business in that peculiar unhurried way they have. Come to think of it, I don’t think I have ever seen a French person run.
Cafes and bars are everywhere. You’ll pass them in villages and most streets in the towns have them.
So can someone please explain something?
How come I seem to have picked the one spot in France where the nearest outdoor cafe is about ten miles away?
That is fucking annoying.
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