Cafe Love
The French discuss things… politics, art, fashion… over coffee… in cafes. The cafe scene in Paris is rather lively and most enjoyable to partake in, whether it’s over a Cafe Creme, or a chocolat chaud.
The French discuss things… politics, art, fashion… over coffee… in cafes. The cafe scene in Paris is rather lively and most enjoyable to partake in, whether it’s over a Cafe Creme, or a chocolat chaud.
I remember my first trip to Paris, My friends and I were siting in a cafe waiting to be served. There were suddenly two “Parisians” making a scene.
I thought that there was something wrong., My French speaking companion, upon being asked, exclamed ” they are just diuscussing where to get a beer”! THIS WAS AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING.
Americans is Paris can be somewhat annoying. There’s always the midwest “classic Americans.” You know, wearing a fanny pack, a home made shirt about how great of a parent they are. Any who. It was one of these “classic Americans” that was yelling “MER-CY!” To say thanks. At least they said ‘thank you’…..sorta. I just walked the other way.
On a trip to Paris I noticed that the Americans seem to talk the LOUDEST…like they had to let everyone know they were AMERICANS. Oh, and in a classic Ugly American statement, a tourist at the Louvre complaining that “nothing was translated”. Grr. Sometimes my fellow countrypeople embarrass me.
Two men squabbling, one cup of coffee between them and no bendy straws with which to share it. Oh the inhumanity.
Will it be Friday, Saturday, or Monday before someone notices that she is getting ready to paint a mural on the wall?
How many brush strokes before the first art critic speaks up?
Will it be in French?
I’d go just for the hot bread!