There are cafes you visit because the coffee is excellent, and cafes you return to because the table is in exactly the right place.
This one has a small wooden table beside a window. From it, you can see fishing boats, a strip of blue water, and the white wall of a house across the lane. Nothing dramatic happens there, which is part of the appeal.
The first time I sat down, I intended to stay for twenty minutes. An hour later I had written three pages, watched two ferries arrive, and learned from the owner that the old man across the street had once repaired radios for the whole district.
Places like this are useful because they slow down the scale of attention. You notice the spoon against the cup, the conversation at the next table, the way a curtain moves when the door opens.
A good table by a window does not ask much of you. It gives you a frame and lets the day provide the picture.
I still order the same coffee. I still choose the same chair when it is free. Routine can be a form of gratitude when the thing you are repeating is worth keeping.
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