Social Club

There is an Italian caffè at our corner. It used to be the haunt of older Italian men (never women) who would gather there and play cards from morning to evening, speaking their Italian dialects. Over the past years it has become increasingly trendy and by now has almost entirely been taken over by locals, young and old, intellectuals, artists, and on weekends everybody and his mother. But on some weekday afternoons I still find some of the old gang gathering there. Today was such a day.