café du centre

Mazères was looking shabby.  Possibly because the rain never stopped.  Possibly because it's become a dormitory town for Toulouse, but it was dead or dying.  

The only place of comfort was the inconspicuous Café du Centre whoses tattered awning let drops of rain drip on tables covered with empty cigarette packets, drunk cups of coffee and overflowing ashtrays. Push the back door open mind and you find yourself in the sunny presence of la Patronne and what appears to be her living room.