it's 2:oo am on a sunday morning.
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i am messing about with the layout again.
we'll see where it ends
up
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one of the episodes in my life that I keep coming back to
is when I was in France, and I was starting to feel better about most everything in life
two things were there to say hello to me
in this emergency
were a close friend
and cafés.
I'd do what I thought was artsy, and go along to different places
and sit around and read or write, usually both,
and a warm feeling began to envelope me.
My friend did very much the same, and occasionally we'd meet up in the same place
or talk about which places were nicest.
The waitresses naturally became an important factor to consider when chosing the place, and there is one particular place that stands out, café Les Artistes, where one of the waitresses actually became rather friendly with both of us.
Anyway, my point is, I really took a liking to places where nice girls gave me good coffee. And now I will make an effort to find the best place(s) in Uppsala to provide this.
