The Hostess

Every night when I walk the dog I pass the café. Since warm weather arrived, they’ve set up tables outside on the sidewalk which are usually full. Almost every time, I see the hostess working there and that makes me smile. It almost feels like the day is not complete unless I do see her because I know her story and it is beautiful.

The café used to be a large used furniture store. When it closed, they spent many weeks re-doing it. Now it’s a nice looking, typical Viennese café with bentwood ch...