tales from an ordinary world

2002-08-17

The rickety little chairs were still there outside the cafe, waiting patiently for my post-holiday return for a bagel and a coffee (I'd come here the in morning just before I left for the airport, it seemed the appropriate place for a final meal), and to watch the traffic and the people. Watching the girls across the road stare and giggle at a guy walking past me, perhaps because he seemed dressed in a little too much white for normal streetwear. They hopped on the bus, to be whisked away up to Punt Road and beyond. He milled around for a while, then vanished.