i got stuck on the train for far too long…luckily i had a seat, else i would have likely passed out. we sat and sat. i almost fell asleep and had a dream…the announcer said the train was outta commission so rather than get off with the hoards of other people stuck waiting for the next train i took it as a sign that it was a nite for eating out! walked down the street to this sweet place, bar tabac, got a table and ordered up a steak with frittes, salad, merlot and water out of a nice green bottle. i liked the tile floors and they played good music, and i felt really comfortable in my own skin–eating alone and thinking to myself. full and full and home again! sorta pieced together the pic of my table and the hall. i liked the walls and floor especially.
