The Table By The Window

I have a favourite cafe. It is nestled on a busy, inner-city street. It is an old Victorian shopfront with enormous windows framed in thick, weathered oak, so expansive that passers-by can see all the people sitting inside as if they have been painted in by Manet or Renoir. When I can, I sit at... Continue Reading →

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