Café des Arcs; Place Saint Louis à Metz

After visiting all the points of interest I had planned to view in Metz, I settled down at Café des Arcs on Place Saint Louis to drink a few beers. Roaming the halls of such a magnificent museum as the Musées de la Cour d'Or can be painstaking. There was this pretty girl working behind the bar pouring drinks, waiting on the tables of the square. She had this unusual aura, cheerful, and appealing. She also had this darker voice which added to her carnal magnetism and to boot was very playful. She was a happy being casually dressed in black pants and wearing a greenish top that aesthetically snugged her upper body. She noticed me and began to perform in these red Converse sneakers she was wearing. Aaahh, the ancient rite of flirt. In a nutshell she mocked herself up as the street girl from Metz all the while Manu Chau sang in Spanish through the café spekers. I sat inside sipping on my beer and read up on the historical sights I had just been to. Then the café-owner (or the manager perhaps) walked in and ordered her to go and assist some customers who couldn't speak French. She protested slightly saying "but I can't speak German" to which he replied, "but you speak a little English, here, just take these menus and try to find out what they want". That was that and It was so fucking funny that I had to refrain from laughing out loud. I almost intervened as interpreter but said to myself: naaah, you're just going to sit this one out and observe, maybe take pictures. And I was rewarded. She danced her way to the table and began negotiating the menu with these German ladies in her sexy English. I had just paid my bill and moved around the "event" just far enough so they wouldn't notice me taking the photographs with my little Lumix camera, partly hiding in the shade of the archway like a sniper awaiting the moment. She was just too cool, natural, playful, and so mucht into what she was doing: fulfilling her job as the waitress.