1/19
Too much cafe. Way, way too much cafe. I’m trying to do this whole French cafe thing which means drinking a lot of café in the process. I’ve discovered my new love of café noisette (basically a watered down espresso shot with hazelnut). Here’s my personal assignment for the semester: find the best café in Paris.
Today I tried another café near my apartment called Café Mabillon on Blvd. Saint Germain des Pres. Now I’m feeling jittery and way too awake. Maybe I should stop drinking this stuff....but I won’t.
Other than consuming highly concentrated caffeine liquids, cafes are quite the place for interesting experiences....first, if you are a young girl, you’re more than likely going to get hit on while sitting at the bar (frequently by old French men). Then, if your French skills are like mine you won’t know what the barista/bar tender is saying (again...more head nodding and smiling). But this is also one of the best places to just sit and listen to conversations. Usually eaves dropping isn’t very polite but here I fully encourage it. To my right were 3 older men, probably in their 70’s, discussing random topics of the day from rugby to the weather. On my left was a mega creeper dressed in a leather coat and too-tight pants. When said creep left the bar, the bartender and other customers talked about how he looked like he was ready to fight someone...or at least that’s what I think they said. You can just tell this is a regular hang out for the locals who frequent this cafe. I’m reminded of the show Cheers; here it seems like everyone does “know your name”.
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