Today is New Year’s Day. Brr, it’s cold outside. We are happily holed up in our rented apartment in the 15th arrondissement and unwilling to leave its warmth.
After all, Paris on a Sunday is deserted. There are barely any pedestrians to be seen in her streets; we are blessed not to be amongst them. Soft snow falls from the sky, then float and drift in the gentle breeze.
All it takes is a gust of wind to chill us to the bone. For we have left our apartment at last, realising we couldn’t stay in forever. Now, barely an hour later, we are freezing. To escape the cold, we take shelter inside a café near Canal Saint-Martin.
Inside, the café was filled with Bobos (bourgeois bohèmes) and their lively chatter; the air infused with the aroma of coffee, cinnamon and cake. What a world of difference from the wintry scene outside!
We order a pot of black coffee, Chemex-brewed, and a pair of pastries, fresh from the oven. A sip or two of this deep-dark brew, and we are as good as new. Coffee, this blessed elixir, warms our hearts with its black flame.
While taking pictures, we observe the people around us. Whether it’s the barista or his customers, whether it’s the couple whispering to each other in one corner, there is a glow on our faces. The entire café is filled with warm, happy people.
Our hands cupping our hot coffees, comfortably ensconced inside a cosy café — sometimes happiness is but this simple.
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