to us opened up and I politelythanked my table hosts and excused myself for the sake of their privacy.

From my new higher vantage point I was able to survey the room better. A couch along the front window looked like an inviting place to cozy up with my hot chocolate, but of course, the couch was full of people. That was ok, becuase directly across the room from me in an unobstructed view was the guitarist, who was really strumming along to songs that I didn't recognize . I wondered if he was just making up the melodies as they came to him. Made-up

or not, the music was the perfect touch to help cover up the sounds of a busy cafe on a Sunday morning.