A vast terrace full of sun-lovers. Cocktails, wine and beer. This waiter moved like no other: a master class in speed, balance and efficiency. I’d never seen anything like it. Whenever an empty glass touched a table or the floor and it did not matter how far apart or how many glasses there were, he’d be there snapping them up like a magpie man.
I watched for a while, hoping to discover his secret or to figure out how he could be everywhere at the same time. There were two possibilities: either he was a multiplicity of himself (something I could see by virtue of sun and Belgian beer) or his other job was as a dancer at the National Cartoon Theatre; working cafés was simply a way to keep fit.