Cafés, les meilleurs …

Cafés, les meilleurs ...

"The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands."

(T.S. Eliot in Preludes no. 2)
Liège-Ans (B)

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