Monday, 5 November 2012
Today I decided to take you to Paris, yet again, to a rainy day in the 6th district. Or let's call it a rainy moment as the rain came in the afternoon. One of the most wonderful Paris clichés is going to Café de Flore on the corner of Boulevard Saint-Germain and Rue Saint-Benoît. It seems as if for decades nothing has changed in there; as if you can almost expect to see Sartre and Beauvoir sitting there with their friends talking about philosophy. Or maybe on that day their spirits were over at the Les Deux Magots.
Café de Flore was a haven in a pouring rain. We sat outside under the awning, completely sheltered, enjoying coffee and the tarte maison, which happened to be a lemon tart. The café was crowded and the streets filled with people under umbrellas in a hurry. I think Café de Flore is one of those places that have become a second home to some Parisians. There were people sitting inside that looked so comfortable. It felt as if they had moved in. They were sitting alone at a table with all their stuff, quite oblivious to what was going on around them. I thought to myself, if I came back the next day would they still be sitting there?
It is a rainy day in my corner of the world, which reminded me of that rainy day in Paris. It's the ideal day to spend reading with a cup of tea or coffee within reach. As there are things that need to be done, it's nice to use the breaks for that. I hope your week is off to a great start!