This Must Be The Place

Thinking of time and eternity in a Budapest coffee house on a late winter's day

This is a view from my table this afternoon. I set out to find a good coffeeshop — in this country, called “coffee house” — in which to have lunch and read. I discovered the platonic ideal of a coffee house. It could not possibly be cozier. If they would set up a mattress for me in a back room, I would move in. Another image of the interior. Notice me i…