Six steps descend to the small
, empty café. Four round tables with chairs. Large windows through which diners can watch passers by and passers by can watch diners. One long table with a high bench, covered with a material that’s patterned and colourful – reds, greens. The counter is bare except for a coffee machine and a till.
“Small stones,” she says. “It’s a lovely way of helping you to notice things around you, but I notice too much.”
Miriam Drori, Author 