Daydreaming in the Underground

Yesterday evening as I was walking from the metro after a lovely happy hour at a new bar (that was offering complementary Guinness and Harp samples that I could not partake in because of my Lenten fast on beer, hmm...), I noticed how empty the CC underground was. This lack of people gave me the chance to see the passageway in a new light. As I turned the corner by the mural with the pink and purple garden chairs and began to walk down the long straightaway that ends at the au bon pain, there wasn't a soul in sight. At that moment, I wished I had two things: 1. a rolling desk chair & 2. a friend to give me a big push.