While I come here for the food - the crunch of the bread and broccoli salad, the ooze of the cheese, the variety of sandwiches named after artists on French baguettes, it's also the moments of quiet reflection inspired by the art and sensibilities of the surroundings that keep drawing me here now and then.
Quiet jazzy music floated in the background, and the angst of my day seemed to float away with it.
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