Le Bouquet d'Alesia There's a quartet of musicians (three women and one man) sitting in front of me, from time to time humming together a song they're working on as they drink their beers. The sun passed through here a little while ago , shining in my eyes for a few minutes before dropping below a building across the street. Now I'm completely blind. Just kidding.The front of the café is open and there are round tables with wicker chairs within and without. Outside, a man got so excited about the conversation he was having that he started to clap thunderously for a few seconds, causing the musicians to giggle a bit. The male musician has borrowed my plain black plastic ashtray. The waiter graciously served me a tumbler of cold water without my asking and kindly included a blue tube of powdered sugar with my espresso. Across the street is a beautiful stone church with arches at the base of its bell tower. When I walked by it earlier on the way here, I saw a family on the steps celebrating and taking pictures with a newly-baptised baby. How they got in or out was a mystey to me, since the front of the church is surrounded by a black, pike-tipped fence.