In The Night Circus, Isobel Martin laughed and told Marco that the cafe is lovely. She described it to be “like an oasis”.
Where can I find such an oasis here? Makes me long to be a barrista who serves great coffee and watch young couples falling in love at first sight on a rainy day.
Candles flicker in glass holders on every available surface, and the walls are painted a rich, bold red. There are only a few patrons scattered about the intimate space and plenty of empty tables. They sit at a small table near the window.