Crossroads at the Bread Mix cafe
The Bread Mix Cafe
Yesterday Rose, Claude and I went into town to the Bread Mix café to have breakfast with Pete and Jessa, long time friends of ours. It had been a long time since we saw them; Pete has been in USA for several months doing real-estate business.
Pete invariably looks happy and lively, even as he’s telling you of the latest skin cancer removal he’s had. I was so glad to see him. He had brought with him his beautiful wife, beautiful daughter (aged seven or so) and her little friend and an even more beautiful niece of his wife’s. This girl, whose name I didn’t catch, is I think the most beautiful teenager I have EVER seen. I felt awkward as I didn’t seem able to stop looking at her, and she was quite willing to maintain steady eye contact with me and even smile. Her image is there in my mind and won’t go away (not that I want it to). I have met her elder sister, who is also beautiful but not quite so strikingly so.
We sat in the café for a long time, ordering more bits of this and that, chatting and sipping coffee or coke. The walls are glass, and I enjoy watching the traffic go by, the café is on the corner of the busiest intersection in town; most of the traffic is “pedicabs”, pedal-driven tricycles that will carry two people comfortably if they aren’t too fat, but are often made to carry a great deal more. The drivers of these tricycles are mostly poor but vigorous men with interesting faces. The road running past the café is the only north-south land route in the country and carries many long distance buses and trucks, besides the local traffic. I have posted a couple of photos of the location, but I missed the opportunity for a shot of the beautiful girl as I didn’t have my camera with me.