In the cafe with the son.
In the early sun.
The croissant is finished, the coffee is half drunk.
The son has ordered a coffee, and a flat roll filled with tomato and mozzarella.
He looks livelier now, it is the fresh air.
The cafe is occupied by people with their dogs,
and cyclists. Both classes of people are out
early, the cyclists because they want to avoid
the heat of the day, and the dog owners because
the dogs have their business to do in the morning.
People are shouting into their mobile telephones,
talking loudly at tables. Germans seldom seem to
talk quietly.
The big church, saint Martins,
is catching the first
sunlight on its tower, the street below is still
largely in shadow.
It is dry, it will be a warm day today.
There is hardly any sound of engines,
unusual in the town.
The earliness of the day, the sounds from
the cafe, people talking.
Up the road, at the next cafe the proprietor is taking down the gas heaters used yesterday night.
He is putting up the parasols. He is ready for
business
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