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November 9, 2023
It’s Thursday. I went out for breakfast in a cafe yesterday and had the distinct honor of meeting the owner herself.
They call her “la patronne.” As the man behind the counter told me, this is her home and she calls the shots.
After a formal inspection and a careful sniff of my outstretched hand, she gave an imperial nod and moved on—but not without sauntering by every few minutes to make sure I was still behaving myself.
“Chance encounters are what keep us going.”