Blagovesta Momchedjikova
 

Paris
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

the regular customers sitting around the edges of this senegalese restaurant, colorful like the  carpets on the floor dusty like the paintings on the wall, sipping  Moroccan mint tea slowly, staring at the  artificial  sun flowers by the window and at  the people walking in and out the  west african beauty  products store across the street, in front of  which the snow  flies in all directions,  white like the tablecloths and lonely like these  strangers gathered together in a foreign  country, patiently awaiting their usual thiebu djien.

  (c)Blagovesta Momchedjikova 2003