How about here?
A hidden little courtyard in Paris. A table and chairs...toss a bit of white linen over it...you bring out the basket of croissants and I'll grab the coffee. Cozy, non?
ps: a note about 'mon oeil*'...the generalist (yes, French is leaving its mark on my English...as one of my gentle readers noted), otherwise known as the good ole family practice doctor, suspects it's some sort of allergic reaction (perhaps to the constant wafting up of mildew and god-knows-what-else from the apartment just below me!) He gave me a prescription for antihistamine drops...which was free to me when I picked it up from the pharmacie! wooohooo! With my French healthcare and my mutuelle (a supplementary private insurance we all have a choice to buy from any number of companies - at a very reasonable rate, mind you), my prescriptions are free! And I'll get a healthy reimbursement from both my French insurance *and* my mutuelle, which will cover a big chunk of my 23€ fee paid to the good doctor yesterday! Imagine that! Universal healthcare in a democracy. Who'd uh thunk that would ever work?!
Have a lovely day.
* I'm actually referring to 'my eye' here, but the French have an expression: mon oeil, used to show disbelief in response to something one's just heard. The phrase can be said aloud while gently tugging down on skin of the highest point of the cheek (just below one eye) with one's forefinger to pull the lower lid down a bit - or simply expressed with the gesture itself. Either way, it is to say: 'yeah, right' - and show a sense of disbelief or unwillingness to accept what's just been said to you.
Class dismissed. ;}