modern,
and
at
first
glance
the
café
itself
was
no
less
modern.
But
upon
entering,
a
completely
different
feeling
washed
over
you.
I
suppose
the
best
descrip1on
was
an
old
1930’s
jazz
design;
a
place
where
you
could
easily
imagine
a
smoky
underground
cellar,
with
Glenn
Miller
playing
live
in
the
corner.
And
the
people,
the
staff.
The
warmness
and
happiness
to
see
you.
It
reminded
me
of
the
roman1c
cozy
novels
where,
upon
entering
your
local
tea
room,
you
would
be
greeted
by
that
glamorous
lady
or
the
sweet
old
dear
who
knew
you
by
name.
They
laughed
with
you,
they
were
informal
and
made
you
feel
like
they
were
just
dying
to
hear
all
about
your
day.
I
could
imagine
swing
dresses
and
dancing
outside
during
the
day
to
1950’s
music,
and
smooth
jazz
music
and
cocktails
in
the
evening.
And
there
was
the
longing
once
again;
the
warm
shivers
I
always
get
when
I
picture
sweetly
glamorous
dresses
and
men
who
opened
doors
for
ladies
or
gave
their
jacket
when
there
was
a
chill
in
the
air.
The
days
when
there
was
genteel,
charming
conversa1on
and
delight
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