in front of the restaurant in honfleur

At the time, I had a reservation for dinner at a restaurant in Honfleur, which I found in an article of a well-sold travel magazine. My reservation was at 19:00, but I just came there around 18:00, and found that still the chefs and waiters there looked too busy for their preparation to welcome its guests. So, I decided to enjoy my evening-walking around its old, narrow, but familiar or better to say "bon vieux" paths and alleys near there.

In alleys, there were always familiar smells of old town. People in here were mainly tourists who looked at windows of restaurant, shops and stores, which were selling classic antiques, paintings of modern impressionists, or ice creams made from regional milk. Sometimes, there were residents who just sit behind the window and just stared at a passerby quietly.

When coming back to my restaurant around 18:50, I found the chefs of the other restaurant nearby, sitting on the small stone stairs and smoking vacantly. They seemed to be parts of the old town nicely, without questions and reasons, at the time, at least for me.

Here was Honfleur, Normandie.