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you're sitting out at a French cafe this morning...
Merisi wrote this morning-

Here I am, starving, and waiting for my shot at Paris Breakfast!
Well pretend, Merisi, this is your cup of cafe creme...
Why oh why do New York cafes think they can "pretend" to be Parisian? Give it up New York cafes Pls.!
Look on any New York cafe tabletop. Do you see reflections like these? Malheureusement (unhappily) you do not.
Pretend your great novel is not going so well...
So what!
You're in Paris
The sun is shining
You can happily nurse your on cup of espresso till the cows come home. No one will care one way or the other...

Just pretend you're passing this perfect cafe table on your way to Gawd knows where... imagine coming back for dinner with an exciting stranger...Hmmm...the l'addition (bill) has arrived...
Hmmm...the dregs in your cup are talking to you...
Time to get on your bicycle and go off to the real world.
Still it's fun to pretend...sigh

BONJOUR WEEK-END!