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the news paper on the green round table the jingling of cutlery the smell of fresh coffee the observation of passers-by the ashtray that has not yet been emptied men who continue to smoke quietly despite their smoker's lungs the subliminal conversation, the whispering the scent of musk of two ladies the dark red velvet cushions waiters in a hurry to get home from work the boiling of hot water for some black tea ordered by table number 5 "madam, what would you like?" flocks of tourists in unison with pissed-off locals and not far from this scenario the eiffel tower and I'm sitting here in the 6th arrondissement - Café de Flore
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
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the news paper on the green round table the jingling of cutlery the smell of fresh coffee the observation of passers-by the ashtray that has not yet been emptied men who continue to smoke quietly despite their smoker's lungs the subliminal conversation, the whispering the scent of musk of two ladies the dark red velvet cushions waiters in a hurry to get home from work the boiling of hot water for some black tea ordered by table number 5 "madam, what would you like?" flocks of tourists in unison with pissed-off locals and not far from this scenario the eiffel tower and I'm sitting here in the 6th arrondissement - Café de Flore
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Jan 2, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
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