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.
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.