There is a new café down below our neighboring apartment complex. It just opened yesterday. Many snazzy elites seemed to partake in its celebration. Flashes were seen echoing the café with its glass walls. A Moroccan style rug paved the entranceway like the red carpet. Velvet ropes marked the entrance without keeping people out. There is a new café down below us that can be seen from our balcony. La Tulipe, a café next door, may not be so pleased with this new arrival in their hood. I wonder how honorable La Tulipe’s customers will be. I hope not to see a limping flower or unwanted flickering of their neon tulip light. Maybe they are friendly cousins, from the same family, like Red Lobster and Olive Garden. Maybe they are trying to rule this hood together. There is a new café down below us with more included then just a café. This café attempts to grab patrons from multiple angles. This is true because it takes up the majority of the bottom floor of the apartment building but also because of their many options. The café has a restaurant, patisserie, café, glace, and probably more, like friendly non-English speaking service. I say that in a good way. I hope they have good café and mint tea. I hope they have good pastries. Oh, I love pastries. I could be a regular. The place almost seems to close to be a regular, though. No morning walk to my regular spot, if that makes any sense. There is a new café down below and its name is Promenade Palace.
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