|Table for 4|
I come from a city - Montreal - where the restaurant or cafe patio is part of the culture. Even on the hottest summer day, it's almost heresy to eat indoors. Air conditioning be damned, you will sit outside and drink it in, and you will like it.
The practical me often wonders what the appeal is, though. Between a hot sidewalk that practically radiates heat to cars whizzing by mere feet from your back, from pedestrians brushing past you to dogs sniffing your feet, I've never much understood the appeal. The wafting cigarette smoke (or worse) merely adds to the sweaty misery. Call me a killjoy, then.
Yet, on this day, in this place, this brightly colored table was just enough to make me, for a few seconds, anyway, consider plunking myself down and downing a cold one.
In the end, I passed on the drink, as sitting alone on a patio seemed just a little sad, but as you can see I still grabbed a picture before I headed on my merry way.
Your turn: The blonde lady in the pic is in an awful rush to get somewhere. Where's she headed and why the urgency? Play with it...
One more thing: Thematic. Parallelism. Here.