Cafe ~ Artistes
“I don't know what is was about Toulousse, France... It really got under my skin. When I remember the little daily details, I recall sidestepping doggy poo every other step... An overabundance of falafel shops... Traffic that appeared to be conducted my some insane maniacal clown...
But there was something light and musical in the air. And, not just the air... it felt like it coursed through the wires... pipes... boulevards... plazas... cafes... and right through my veins. I loved that place! Even though I could barely afford a lone cheese crepe a day and a couple espressos, I was completely content and entranced in my own mental minstrel show every morning in Cafe Artistes...
I can almost taste the rich coffee scented rays cutting through my delirious morning haze!“
Toulousse, France
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