I walk by this place twice a day. It's called Cafe Crepe.
They make crepes just inside that window. (You can see the crepe pan at the bottom left corner of the window.) The wider window is usually open and is adjacent to the sidewalk, so every morning I walk past the scent of crepes being made just a few feet from me.
I most certainly wanted one today, just like any other day. 
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
Last edited by Baraka_Guru; 04-06-2009 at 06:18 AM..
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