On the patio of a Parisian café, a frog sits inside an oversized espresso cup, submerged up to her chin in frothy foam. Steam curls above he...

On the patio of a Parisian café, a frog sits inside an oversized espresso cup, submerged up to her chin in frothy foam. Steam curls above her like a halo. She looks up, stunned, as a beret-wearing waitress stumbles back, dropping a tray of pastel macarons mid-air. The frog’s face broadcasts cosmic confusion—like ...