Air ~ tronnor au

blue is the warmest colour

The town square wasn't anything particularly special but it was still important to a lot of people. It had something for everyone whether you were a tourist looking for some good instagram pictures or a busy commuter in dire need of a coffee, it could help you out. It had always been like that even before the world was addicted to coffee and social media, the majority of the residents of the small town passed through the square at some point during their day.  People would meet every day there and I guess some things never change. 

It had a cobble stone ground that had been worn out from the happily oblivious tourists who would wander across it daily with big smiles and not a care in the world to the pissed off commuters who would rapidly hurry by while glaring at the tourists who stopped to look at the fountain for a century and half, blocking their route to the train station that was a couple blocks away.

Tourists and commuters only stay for a while though and there were plenty of characters who would stay in the square for the entirety of their day. First there were the pigeons who were only there for the chunks of people's sandwiches which were dropped without making a difference to the person's train of thought as they were too busy feeling annoyed about the pigeon that they nearly tripped over.

Then there was the buskers and entertainers who would set up instruments, gymnastic stunts and miscellaneous weird things hoping for some profit from a couple of generous individuals though I think the truth was that the majority were just there to see people enjoy their art, as cheesy as that sounds, money wasn't something that a lot of people liked to just give away. These acts would be set up around the fountain that plays such an important part in this story.

The fountain. Such a plain thing but so significant to this story. It was designed and built by a bunch of amateur artists from America who were studying at a near by university. Why they picked this square to build a fountain? No idea but let's say that their very basic skills of architecture were shown very obviously through this fountain with it's statue of a mother, her dog and her son that had an off centre nose thanks to his creators  It seemed to attract so much attention because of course the tourists didn't pick up on the immaturity of the art.  They saw the fountain as a "representation of our culture" even though it was built by Americans with no idea about French culture since they seemed to think that croissants just completely sum us all up.

Lastly there were the workers. There were a couple of stalls that were set up every week day selling a range of objects that all hosted the french flag, it still surprises me that tourists seemed to find these things so entertaining and worth the extortionate prices that people sold them at. Then there were the 4 shops that found their place in the square.

One was a flower shop that had been set up by a young girl who had came here to study french and had ended up staying because she just didn't want to leave, now that young girl is an old lady and runs the shop along side her granddaughter, cute, I know. 

Another was a bakery that was run by a family of 3 who would quite often be overheard arguing over who forgot to take the bread out the oven on time. 

The 3rd was a general corner shop that really has nothing special about and was probably the only modern looking thing in the square, as I hope my writing may have put across, we certainly hadn't moved on from our traditional kind of cute aura. 

The last was an ice cream store and I think this would have to be my favourite. You think of a weird ice cream flavour, I guarantee that shop would be able to sell it to you in a waffle cone with sprinkles and a flake to top. 

Of course there is one more thing to talk about , the coffee shop. Owned by the local gossip family, no one fully understood their family tree including themselves. There were just too many divorces and affairs and however else you can mess a family up. It didn't matter though, they ran the coffee shop and every tourist, every commuter and everyone else in between needed their coffee. And may I just say, they ran their coffee shop well. They had such a big range of syrups they could rival Starbucks and what was amazing was that their coffee still tasted so perfect and real. They had a set of hard metal tables and chairs that were spread out at the front and this was where most people preferred to sit instead of the highly comfortable armchairs inside (it may seem obvious which one I personally preferred). In fact, it was at one of these rickety tables that our first character sat that day sipping his mocha. Connor.