A cafe by Rae Swifts near Droichead na Milaoise (The Millennium Bridge).
A croissant and an americano, special, only four Euros.
The Asian server doesn’t know the name of the waterway across the street (I learn later it’s the River Liffey).
The rain continues.
Umbrellas pop as people leave the cafe.
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas and the Papas plays over the sound system.
I’m sitting in an iron chair by the window and there is a red ceramic truck on the sill, carrying orange ceramic pumpkins.
There are a couple of icky faux plants there as well.
Across the street, an old brick building painted with: Dime Coffee Co. EST. Dublin 1869
Canada is only two years older.
Two women sit down at the table next to me and discuss the menu.
Their Irish lilts are foreign to me.
As is their language.
They’re speaking Irish, so I can’t follow their conversation.
After a few minutes, they change their minds, alert the server, and leave, popping their umbrellas as they step out the door.
