I go to the Atwater market early on Saturday and Sunday mornings. It's quiet plus the coffee is amazing and the old 1930's structure is teeming with the rustic industrial charm of the era.

Marcel passes by me. He is hunched over and carries a cane and always says "bonjour mademoiselle" when he sees me. You can tell he's had a hard life and he helps out at the little espresso place which I go to. The young woman with the hearty and infectious laugh greets me with a bright smile and a "comment ca va?. She has a salt of the earth quality I very much admire and gives off an aura of genuine kindness. "Voila ma chere" she says as she hands me my cup.

People are who they are and we all have our stories as well as our baggage.


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