cafe and son

The sun is bright, even though it is still early enough, The son wanted to go to a café today, so now his father and he are under way along the street. There is the monument to the fallen during the big wars, and there is the small café. Go in, he orders first. There is a new person serving, she asks twice about everything and is constantly unsure. 

Coffee?

large or small?

small

small?

small!

That is it. At the counter for the coffee fill out a form with name and adress and telephone number, and the time. This is so that the corona virus may be traced. Should it choose to strike.

Sit down at the small table, and converse with the son. He has taken a raisin cake shaped like a coil for his breakfast,  the father has a plum cake. A luxury, and the coffee has improved since the last time.

Talk about old cars.

And talk for half an hour.

Until the coffee cup is empty

Until both coffee cups are empty

Then make a small tower out of the cups and and the son brings them to the counter

Thank you

thank you

And then walk back down the street, back home.

This is a sunny holiday day, a tuesday.

And go to France tomorrow night.

But later, a haircut

At the barbers on the corner.