A baguette protrudes from the backpack on the stool next to him. A girl enters the bar wearing tight black pants, a black leather jacket, and carrying a helmet. It's 6 PM and the energy in the room is starting to shift and expand. The young techies are being replaced by older bohemians. The sun streams down through a leaded glass spotlighted stage a man and woman move slowly, acrobatically, in a display of Live Art.
Impressionist paintings line the walls.
A man with long jet-black hair secured in a ponytail rolls past my table on skates. No one appears to notice. The focal point of the interior is the three-story open courtyard. Along the walls of the top two stories, and open to the cafe below, narrow ledges contain perhaps 20 computers. The chairs consist of upended wooden crates.