Czech — Streets 63 ((full)) Full

Inside was smaller than I expected, all low beams and shadow, but the air smelled of coffee and something sweeter—vanilla and orange peel. A woman in a shawl, perhaps in her sixties, smiled as if she’d been expecting me. “You’re late,” she said in a voice that folded words into each other like laundry, then ushered me to a table by the window.