I’ve been thinking that I would answer questions this month one per day, but I’ve decided to throw in an extra today while I wait here at work for the Larry Clark show to open.
This one is from lowfatmuffin:
Describe for me in a short paragraph or two – why sitting in one of your favorite cafes is where you find peace.
I am a dyed-in-the-wool urbanite. I am so acclimated to the presence of other people, that even my relaxation feel more relaxed when I am enacting it in front of others. It is one of my great luxuries to go into a cafe, purchase a cup of coffee and while away the afternoon, sketching, writing in my journal and staring soulfully into space. These are all things I can do easily at home, but somehow they take on an entirely different meaning from the seats of one of my favorite cafes. I was hopelessly addicted to the Figaro and the Flore in San Francisco and my all time favorite: The Reggio in New York. I’m not much on bars, where I feel like my choices are either get drunk, cruise or stand and fidget. Cafes allow you to not only cruise, but to weed out potential tricks with objectionable tastes in reading matter, and you rarely leave one plastered. They are easier to dress for. And they allow me to both absorb and participate in the panoply of the city, while sitting down.