Athens Descent Page 42

Café Conversation
Above the crossing, a no-entry sign is covered with so many stickers it barely says no anymore. A couple zip past on a scooter, her arms full of a pink shopping bag and a blue umbrella. On the pavement, a man in a red shirt and bucket hat waits for a gap in the traffic. A red plastic barrier guards a parking spot that no one seems to want. At the café behind it, two old men lean in close, one pointing, the other listening with his whole body.