Sit down at the café, it is deserted. There is one young woman arranging the furniture and the sunshades for the day, hear her rush around in the background. She is very active, all dressed in black clothing. She is Italian.
The news is that they will only be open at nine, and it is twenty to nine now. Italians are punctual, but she says that she will make a cup of coffee for me anyway. That is good of her. Watch the people passing on their bicycles. If the electric bicycles increase in number there will be accidents, for they all seem to go at the top speed. It is said that this is only twenty-five kilometres in the hour, but if everything suddenly starts to move at that speed, something is bound to happen. A young woman with a barrow-like contraption on the front of her machine hurtles along between the footpath and the river on a gravel path that demarcates the border to the water. A swerve, and she is back on the main path, passing closely between a maple and a chestnut tree. She has her offspring in front, in the barrow, two small helmeted toddlers.
The young woman in black brings the coffee.
Drink, and watch the first guests arrive at nine. They are a couple of woman, two friends, who spend all their time laughing and conversing very loudly.
After another while has elapsed, attract the woman in black's attention, and she comes over, and
She has no coins. But a note would be too much of a tip. There is only one Euro in the wallet, the rest is all ten Euro notes.
She says to come back later with the Euro.
Much later, return with the desired change. Stand behind her and see that she has been serving pizza, with flour on it. Later she must have stood there with her hands on her hips, and her fingers left clear marks on the seat of her trousers. In the shape of hands.
Perhaps that would be a design idea.
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