Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

Eyes shaped like wine glasses

warmly lit café
the owner serves a client
at the start of day

I walk past this café on my way between the métro and my office, morning and night, and I've always been quite drawn to the rich, warm colours it displays. The tables are red, the lamplight is warm, the furniture is wood (except for the tabletops). Still, in the ten years I've worked in the neighbourhood, I've only been there once, for lunch. I don't know why that is. Maybe it's such a familiar sight I forget they also provide food, and not only photo opportunities?

Just a few more here.

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