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I believe that beauty is only found in the grime of ignored life.

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  • A café that has replaced its barstools with swings hanging from the ceiling.
Doll parts littered every aspect of this café, which seemed to be more of a bar when looking at the menu. Still had a nice children’s section though, as they were the bigger draw for the swings.
Music from what sounded like the 30s played over the speaker system. Perfectly paired by the accordions hanging from the ceiling and on the wall.
I took my leave of trying to fight the heat of the sun and got a tea, pulled out my watercolor painting, and began to sketch in books.
The girl working the bar sported a flatcap and as she stood behind the bar with nothing to do she seemed to work on a crossword puzzle in the newspaper. An air of ennui that disappeared as she took orders for drinks.
If this was an option to wander to everyday and work on my art I think I would quickly become one of the fixtures on the wall. If I ever owned a café…

    A café that has replaced its barstools with swings hanging from the ceiling.

    Doll parts littered every aspect of this café, which seemed to be more of a bar when looking at the menu. Still had a nice children’s section though, as they were the bigger draw for the swings.

    Music from what sounded like the 30s played over the speaker system. Perfectly paired by the accordions hanging from the ceiling and on the wall.

    I took my leave of trying to fight the heat of the sun and got a tea, pulled out my watercolor painting, and began to sketch in books.

    The girl working the bar sported a flatcap and as she stood behind the bar with nothing to do she seemed to work on a crossword puzzle in the newspaper. An air of ennui that disappeared as she took orders for drinks.

    If this was an option to wander to everyday and work on my art I think I would quickly become one of the fixtures on the wall. If I ever owned a café…

    Tagged: france Saint-Malo Café interior

    Posted on October 2, 2011 with 5 notes

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