As I enter the Cafe I am instantly struck by the sense of a place once so full of life and human -and unhuman -dramas.<br/><br/>I close my eyes and breathe in the scents of those who have recently been here. Here is a place I can escape the madness of my own existence; perhaps 'dress down' as it's referred to? I shudder at the thought and with a swish of my tailcoat leap onto a stool and have the distinct feeling that no one will pay any attention to my attire.<br/><br/>That said, I ruefully observe, it seems there is no one here other than myself to pay any attention to anything. As the bartender seems to be arrant and remiss in his duties I feel sure that the sovereign I leave on the table before me will adequately cover the fine Venetian sherry I pour myself.<br/><br/>Ambrosia!<br/><br/>*Closes ones eyes and calls out to the night to bring a company of wolfish strangers*