Photos and text by: Corey Amaro
Anywhere in France, be it a city, a village, a port town or an island you will find a cafe. If you want to be part of the French scene, stop in a local one and have a drink. A glass of water with a slice of lemon, if nothing at all.
Of course having a raspberry tart as well doesn't hurt.
Merisi loves to take photos of cafe scenes. We went in to a few thousand of them. I thought, at least we should have a drink in each one… though she went in just to take photos of other people's leftover tabletops. I stood by feeling like an elephant in a china shop…. and then after about the nine hundredth one, I got into too.
But let me tell you Merisi she even goes so far as to move the leftover teacups, wine bottles, coffee pots, napkins… I even think if she had to she would move the table just to have perfect light. I stood in awe thinking, "Now this is serious photography going on."
I dared to take this photo between two people while they sipped and nibbled politely on their tart. I felt so mischievous.
Gee, maybe I will start a new blog called, "Provence for Beginners" (how original?) scrapping the brocante.
Sipping and nibbling is an addictive habit I could easily became accustomed to.
Oh yes, so easily I could.
I ordered hot chocolate while Merisi was clicking away between table, waiters, clients, teacups…
When the hot chocolate pot came out with the spoon standing upright I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Than I grabbed it, took a photo of it, ate it, then proclaimed, "Goodbye brocante, hello happiness."
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