I flutter my eyes ladylike. I know the green fairy is absinthe, but what's the white angel? Cocaine. Wilde, by the way frequents this café. He claims he once saw an angel fluttering over the square. I image what he saw flying was one of the stone angels from atop the Opera across the street. No doubt he saw the image after partaking of cocaine and absinthe.
~ Carol Mccleary
