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When I
walked into Ibrik
café the other day and sat down in the upstairs dining room, I saw this
scenario next to me. After spending the morning rummaging through an
unruly restaurant
supply salvage yard out in the suburbs (I didn’t buy anything,
but they gave me three cake pans as a gift), it was nice to sit somewhere
that was clean, organized, and dry.
It made me
so happy that I thought it’d make a nice picture, too. Two women were
dining at the table, and I avoid taking pictures of people without
asking, especially if I plan to put it on my blog. I once was at an event
and snapped a picture that included a couple, who quickly waved their
hands furiously in front of their faces, “…Non, NON….we’re not married to each
other!”
But I’ve
used the general reluctance regarding photos to my advantage, as it’s a
good way to clear a path on a busy sidewalk in Paris: Hold your
smartphone up in front of you as if you are filming. (Although I
should also add that it’s probably an equally good way of getting your
phone swiped.) Being a café, I asked the women if I could snap a photo of
their beautiful lunch. (While assuring them that I wouldn’t be taking
their picture.) “Mais
oui, monsieur,” she cheerfully agreed, “But it’s not
just beautiful – the food is very good!”
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