I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Friday, March 6, 2020

Urban poetry

One of those scenes that could be almost any city, anywhere: a restaurant at the end of a not very promising alley.

Given that this particular alley was in Quebec City, I'm pretty confident that the restaurant is far better than its scruffy entryway would suggest.

I have a sudden craving for a maple butter crepe.....

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