Tuesday, 28 August 2007
The horse carriage is gently swaying, clip clop sounds of the cobblestone street below and the smell of baguettes baking move gently through the fresh morning air. A sunbeam sweeps across a young blonde girl's ponytail; she's wondering who we are as she heads off to finish her errand for her Mom. I hear french music inside the cafe and smell that strong coffee. Everyone is busy yet they all seem relaxed and full of joy. C'est bon.