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Café
life is one of Frances great institutions and Aix a fine
example in the art of a rich and varied futilitarianism
to idle musarder >
myzahdeh < as antidote to"overdote of modern living.
The café is the place to practice, and the cours Mirabeau,
a school for sitting, staring, and being. Like the barbers
chair, it is a massage for the sagging soul. A front row seat
on the terrace of a café cost the price of a coffee, a
"sirop", a "pression" or a "ballon de
rouge" ou "un petit blanc". If you cant afford
that, sit on one of the benches facing the cafés
drink a Monoprix coke, and enjoy the passing scene.
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