Alexis à la Perec.
January 18th, 2004
Café Mabillon
10:07 pm
The crosswalk turns green
Trendy brazilian music playing
its musics culture
The 6s, the beats, the putt-putt of smart cars
A black BMW
A couple on a motorcycle
The sound of my pen scratching is barely audible
Pink candles flicker in their shot glasses
A silver VW turns the corner
Slowly
Red circle. Presse. St. Germain.
3 bicycles lean against the iron x of the fence
a grey Renault parked at the corner
the stripes off the crosswalk become more diagonal as they retreat
those plastic wicker chairs
how do fat people live in france with those chairs?
SOLDES!
La Cite, 1920s looking iron windows remind me of Nordstroms café
Im wonderwoman
A hand spins the shotglass candle between the index finger and thumb like
a dj spinning a record
An oversized leather bag stumbles across the street
A black guy wearing all black has impeccably white Nike shoes
129. Everyone wearing all black
Another VW turns the corner, its yellow lights blinking
Chablis wine comes to the table, the waiter who looks like Jorge is wearing
all black and puts out paper napkins with three large glasses starts struggling
with the cork
POP!
A small taste, ça va
A group of 5, the man looks at me through the window
HOT PINK HOOP EARRINGS!
A woman with her husband stop suddenly in the sidewalk and is grabbed by
her husband just seconds before BEING HIT BY A MOTORCYCLE.
Red.
The shhhhhhhhh of the expresso machine you can almost hear the milk frothing
A yellow lightening lamp
Three short men cross the sidewalk they look sleezy
A moped
Green crosswalk
Red-orange-black-pink
A clear plastic ring is white with black stripes.
The smell of my leather journal is overwhelming
2 latino couples in fur coats and black pants
another Mercedes taxi
a green mini hesitates in the crosswalk
a man with a blue cloth guitar case walks quickly, hes of course wearing
black
The orange reflections on silver watches
An upside down car floats through the silver of my Chablis
Pointy black shoes with stilettos
Light reflecting off peoples teeth
The ellipsis of the surface of the wine in the glass dances
A black Renault
Bubbles from the bottom of the champagne glass
Swirl up and remind me of champagne supernova by oasis
Jeans with black pumas with white stripes
79 Euros, Nokia 3200
whatever Lola wants
bare trees growing out of their concrete coffins
the shadows on the page moving across slowly
a white taxi turns the corner slowly
the hum of night life- high pitched voices and laughs of women fliriting
with sketchy men, of men complimenting women they will never get
no smell of smoke, for once
the sound of guttural French
cigarette fireflies ephemerally flicker before descending to their porcelain
deaths
ghostly glowing bottles of alcohol at the bar
glasses of straws
glasses of spoons
everying is organized in barware The sound of ice being blended A pair of
knee high white pointy boots with stiletto heels gets up from behind me
and the crosswalk turns green
10:41 pm
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