I’m in the walled garden of the Ambience Café Bar waiting for breakfast to arrive. It’s a small space, paved for tables immediately outside the kitchen, then rising steeply towards the medieval city walls. There’s a breeze in the street but here we are sheltered and a thin sun concentrates on warming us through. At [...]
In the garden behind Cafe No. 8 all was quiet. There was the buzz of mid-morning insects inspecting their plants; leaves and blossoms thrilling to their attention. The clatter of the blind man’s stick came to me through the passage and he glanced vaguely in my direction as he seated himself at the adjoining table.
He [...]
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