At Le Pain Quotidien, Madison Avenue. A late breakfast. Fun place. Wonderful apricot jam and perfectly boiled eggs. Groups and couples talked earnestly and cheerfully. Strangers in good spirits introduce each other at the long communal table. Then glancing over my shoulder, I saw a quite different mood.
Monday, April 18, 2011
The spare chair
At Le Pain Quotidien, Madison Avenue. A late breakfast. Fun place. Wonderful apricot jam and perfectly boiled eggs. Groups and couples talked earnestly and cheerfully. Strangers in good spirits introduce each other at the long communal table. Then glancing over my shoulder, I saw a quite different mood.
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The bread may be quotidian, but the photo is not...
ReplyDeleteShe is wearing a ring, so she may not be as alone as the photo implies, or perhaps she is despite the ring? There but for the grace of ???? go I or you.
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