Lacombe… Our Cosy Little Café…

Outside cafe Lacombe...

Zut alors“…

Saturday… morning…

Paris

Is in a… foul mood…

Seriously… raining…

Cloudy… with gales blowing…

It’s wet… wet… wet…

Où vas-tu”?

Café Lacombe“…

J’arrive”

We get off at… Étoile

Walking straight down Avenue des Ternes… “à gaucheet voila“!

An… adorable…

Little… café..

Nestled quietly in the corner with fuchsia pink awnings… protecting and shielding chairs and clients from the vile weather…

After a short “débat“… we opt for snuggling in the warmth inside… rather than our usual favourite table on the delightful “térrace“… the cosy brown leather “fauteuils“… our low round table with the well-stocked… “intime” bar made for a room that is… “très acceuillante“…

Our usual bright waitress is smiling in recognition… as we gratefully appreciate the warm welcome after the cold soggy walk… “Qu’est ce que vous voulez?”

Comme toujours

S‘il vous plait“…

The pipping hot… “café express“… with the lovely aroma of the rich golden brown liquid within… accompanied by a basket of hot… just-out-of-the oven-batch… golden crusty croissants… land like magic on our wooden round table…

C’est magique“…

En plus“…

Our… “plaisir“… gets even more flavourful… when accompanied by… “le journal du jour“…

Vraiment…”

Un môment… sublime

We… realize…

It’s not… lobster…

Definitely… NOT…

Caviar…

Mais

Pour… nous“…

For us… this dark…

Golden… liquid…

This… coffee…

Is… heaven…

We… confess…

We’re… addicted…

To… love…

But… more so…

We’re… addicted…

To… our…

Café du matin“…

Our… morning coffee…

At our… corner café…

Our… darling…

Cosy…

Little…

Café Lacombe

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