February 2008
1 post
Table 65
The waitress at Le Pain Quotidien sees me staring into the crevices of the brick wall to my left, lost in thoughts of work, life, and love.
Always love. My mind wanders upon the cozy couples enjoying their tartines and the solitary artists scribbling on their sketchbooks with passion.
The waitress at Le Pain Quotidien sees me staring into the crevices of the brick wall to my left, lost in...