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On my second attempt to visit Honor Cafè, I was successful. Music played in the courtyard. People, assumed first timers like me were sitting on the steps on front of its open face shop as music played out of this coffee box.
It was Sunday morning and I ordered a cappuccino for holy comfort before heading to photograph some street style around some Paris Fashion Week shows.
Then she appeared, not yet having a coffee and adding more color to the people gathered in front of a different kind of monument, beyond the famed ones, the ones where baristas turn out cups of coffee like tourists to turnstiles.