A strange mix of elegant furniture, subtle lighting, and a large screen television set to the "Fun TV" channel, which is currently broadcasting the latest in pop music videos. The TV is in the corner in front of me, and there is a speaker somewhere behind me emanating the sound. Other than the TV, the place looks like a very large study, even having shelves of books in one end.

The tables are round, wooden, each surrounded by two or three all-wood chairs. The floor is hardwood. The olive and gold-colored curtains to my left are gathered in the middle to allow light from Rue Mouffetard in on either side. There are little framed black and white photos along the walls, and small lights with crenelated lampshades hang down from wall attachments.

To my right two women have been drawing together, though I don't know if they are drawing the café or each other or something else entirely. The waiter comes by a couple of times to joke with them. The waiter wears a white short-sleeved t-shirt and is a bit hunched, his head shooting out the top of his shirt at a forty-five degree angle.

I was given a packet of sugar cubes and a small glass of water to go with my espresso. The ashtray on my table is round, clear glass.

A man with a white cap, beige scarf, and sunglasses sitting at the table in front of me plays with a nearby wicker stool with his left hand (which also holds a cigarette) as he talks to his female companion. Her back towards me, she is also smoking, and she is wearing a tailored pinstripe shirt with the sleeves pushed up. A little white hood peeks out from the base of her shoulder-length hair that is brown with lighter colors streaked through it. In her glass is something red and translucent.