back in the '90s, when i was living in the west village (and "casually employed" or in grad school), la bonbonniere was where i spent my mornings.
on weekdays, i'd sit for bowl of oatmeal (skim milk and brown sugar). 2 cups of coffee.
on weekends: the special challah french toast or blueberry pancakes. side of bacon. (maybe an extra cup of coffee, too.)
i'd have with me a notebook and 3 or 4 newspapers, including the ny tabs, and i'd catch up on all the sporting news. sometimes i'd just take in the view--inside, my fellow "regulars," outside, the traffic along the avenue. whether i was stuck, deep in a lonely streak, or feeling carefree, i always left there with a lift.
i since i moved away years ago, i've only been back a couple of times. it's changed a lot, to look at it.
but the feeling is the same.
hooray...like i never left...
oct 13, 2010
photos © anita aguilar
