I went
café hopping today. Okay, well, I only went to two, but that just sounds cool. I wish I could give you the names of these fantastics... but France doesn't name their
cafés, unless I'm a tard (which is mega possible) and just haven't spotted the letters... on the 53 of them that I pass daily. Anyways.. the first one I have been to before, really quaint. It's a continuously crowded hole in the wall with dark wooden furniture and delicious
patisseries. You see all sorts of people there - young couples, old couples, lone old people, dads and daughters... and the staff are appropriately Parisian-stressed workers. After reading a first chapter in the book I have to
lire for my music and politics class -
"L'âme de Hegel et les vaches du Wisconsin" by the italian writer Alessandro Baricco - which is actually proving to be rather interesting, I started feeling the pressure of other customers wanting to sit down, and so I paid for my delish
café au lait and made my way out of the cozy establishment.
On the way back to my apartment I decided I hadn't satisfied my
café fix and so I stopped at another. This one I had always been intrigued by, but had never been in before. It is much more well-lit, less crowded, and not as cutesy as the first, but I fell in love with it nonetheless. As I savored my
pain au chocolat, I realized this place had been uprooted from the South and thrown in the middle of Paris' Latin Quarter. The staff were humbly dressed, super smiley, and there was a little band of older merry
hommes chattering at the bar. I miss the warmth of the South, it was nice to find it again, in my Parisian backyard.
{side note: I really love cereal}
