I don't know where my fellow citizens of the college town we inhabit were yesterday morning, but they sure weren't in cafes. I went looking and all I got was one studious woman and a couple of dirty looks from a man who was NOT happy when my sketching eyes turned his way. There was nothing for it but to wait 'til the cocktail hour and head for a bar. Which is what I did. I ordered a Hurricane (tall glass of icy rum and clementine) just so I'd fit in---oh, the art life is a life full of sacrifice.