The weekends I am in Paris I have a routine for Saturday mornings. Try to wake up early , walk the quiet streets in the neighbourhood ,buy a Herald tribune ,pick a café with no specific logic and install myself for next hour or so.
I am a morning person and I like it this way. Some of the other patrons in the café are people who had a nuit blanche.
Today next to my table sat two young ladies who seemed like had a night out partying and were making up for their previous night's intemperance with large cup of black coffee. I was mistaken. I heard the waiter chat them up. He wished them a good day when they were leaving. One of the girls said ," Wish us goodnight". It turned out they were ER nurses who had gone through another bad night. They live the nightmares that we dread in our sleeps.
I will think of them next time that ambulence screams through Boulevard Ornano at 1 am and wakes me up from deep cozy slumber.
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