I ran into the sexy English actress/waitress who worked at the 10 Belles cafe – the only place near Canal St Martin where the coffee can be trusted not to leave a bad taste in your mouth.
She was outside on a break, so I initiated small-talk. Top of my mind was my recent trip to Wales to catch up with the relatives.
“Actually I’m half-Welsh,” I said proudly, adding, “does that change the way you think about me?”
She responded, a little too quickly:
“Well, I don’t think about you at all.”
When it comes to coffee, it’s standard in France for it to come with a burn.