...as in New York Times.
My favorite way to spend a Sunday morning: a big bowl of strong café au lait and the paper.
Our version of the NY Times here is the International Herald Tribune, which I occasionally buy at this very kiosk just to get ink on my fingers and enjoy the smell of paper. Most of my Times reading happens in front of the computer screen these days. Pity, really...but for the few trees saved by my online reading.
I much prefer the charm of the ritual: wandering down to the local kiosk as sweet aromas of warm, yeasty bread waft from the nearby boulangerie; having a brief exchange with the vendeur - usually about the weather; tucking my newspaper under my arm as I find a spot in the morning sunshine at the café in the Place de la Mairie; and finally place my order with the black and white-garbed garçon who whisks by my table, tray held shoulder high.
With the paper opened up in front of me, strong frangrant steam rising from the café that the waiter just set down on the table, I'm settled in for the morning.
Bon dimanche à tous!
ps: a recent comment indicates the text is coming through as black in the new look. is that happening for other people, too? let me know as it should be loading in a lighter color...easier on the eyes!
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