[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/446999.html?view=36588311#t36588311)]
Quaint.
The word had ceased to have much of a positive connotation a little while ago. The fact remained, this whole place was an anachronism of the highest order, as if it had been frozen in time somewhere around 1951. A few things had changed here and there, but for the most part, the modern conveniences that were even evident in most of the small towns in Europe weren't here. There were no internet cafes, no music stores...but that wasn't all.
What kind of small town didn't have newspapers lying around? Yes, there were newspaper clippings in the window of the Twin Pines Restaurant, but they were yellowed from the sun, and none of them displayed any dates. They could have been a couple of days, or a couple of years old.
Edgeworth asked the hostess to seat him, and then looked around. He saw a few people he recognized, and waved hello to them. It looked as if they were all busy with conversations, so he didn't interrupt.
The hostess said that his table was ready a moment later. She seated him at a table near one of the windows. He took his journal and a pen out, opening up to a blank page. Maybe he could take a few notes while waiting on the menu.
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Quaint.
The word had ceased to have much of a positive connotation a little while ago. The fact remained, this whole place was an anachronism of the highest order, as if it had been frozen in time somewhere around 1951. A few things had changed here and there, but for the most part, the modern conveniences that were even evident in most of the small towns in Europe weren't here. There were no internet cafes, no music stores...but that wasn't all.
What kind of small town didn't have newspapers lying around? Yes, there were newspaper clippings in the window of the Twin Pines Restaurant, but they were yellowed from the sun, and none of them displayed any dates. They could have been a couple of days, or a couple of years old.
Edgeworth asked the hostess to seat him, and then looked around. He saw a few people he recognized, and waved hello to them. It looked as if they were all busy with conversations, so he didn't interrupt.
The hostess said that his table was ready a moment later. She seated him at a table near one of the windows. He took his journal and a pen out, opening up to a blank page. Maybe he could take a few notes while waiting on the menu.