Patisserie Valerie. I wanted a view but all I could see was a spud-u-like. 

I sit and watch the city walk past the open fronted cafe inside a shopping centre. The antithesis of parisien cafe culture, it feels like Paris not one bit. 

The people walking past have a lack of style, a negative chic, a hollow sense of glamour. It seems the very city itself disallows such extravagances as coordinated colours or lines of beauty. 

Anti fashion. The muted colours of a collapsed industrial city. 

This place, a Parisienne facsimile transplanted into un-Paris, an aspirational outreach with chairs wildly more full of life and colour than the people they try to attract.  


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