As I passed I saw a cafe, a cafe on the street, with an open door, and one small round table outside, just big enough for two persons, two glasses of wine, two small iron chairs, a diminutive cafeโฆshabby, with a faded sign, a dull window, lopsided walls, uneven roof. The smallness of it, the intimacy of it, the humanity of its proportionโฆ A human being feels one can sit in such a cafe even if oneโs hair is not perfectly in place and... ~ Anaรฏs Nin (Szingy Feeling, Nรฉmeth Gyรถrgy Archive)