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.”

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