MERCI CAFE'

4 Rue LEPIC – Paris
It's 3:00 in the morning and that's when you need your courage, it's that moment when you feel alone and come to terms with what you're facing; everything seems like an insurmountable mountain to you.
The heart beats fast, the anguish grows, you walk tirelessly in the room, you look out, you see the street lamps with some flickering bulbs, even she doesn't seem to be able to cope.
Continuous flashes of dark and light, dark and light.
4:00 arrives, then 5:00, and you're staring into space, until you hear the first chirping of the birds.
The sun is rising, there is noise on the street and the enormous mountain becomes smaller and smaller.
It's 6:30 in the morning, you open the window to breathe fresh air, and it's at that moment that the smell of coffee comes from a small Patisserie down the street.
The mountain is no longer there.
Because whether you like it or not, coffee marks the beginning of a new day all over the world. The sun has risen, that smell of coffee gives me the strength to move forward and start my life again.
Here in Paris, everything is much clearer now, Merci Cafè.