Once upon a time there were woven armchairs that were lonely and sad, coffee cooling on the table, under a cold and rainy day, but suddenly the clouds disappeared, light flooded the streets, and the terraces were dressed in their best outfits.

Children asking for French fries, animals coming out of their burrows, warm coffees waking up the big ones, and little ones refreshing themselves with a lemonade.

We go to bed late, we let time flow, we watch people pass by, there are gossips on the right, laughs on the left.

The city is on holidays with a festive air, but that's enough for today. 

Garçon, the bill! See you tomorrow and good night, Cher bistro 😊