What’s so special about mornings at a French café? Well, look at the photo. See the guy sitting by himself reading? What is he reading? A novel. Not a newspaper. Not a magazine. Not a computer screen. Look around the cafe (which, by the way, is Chez Prune just off the Canal Saint-Martin). Do you see any laptops? Any milkshake-sized “coffee drinks”? Any trans-fat pastries from a nearby factory? Non. Just a strong espresso, a little glass of water, a novel, and the knowledge that you can sit and read until lunchtime if you so desire. That’s what’s so special about mornings at a French café.