Watching the world go by is part of the service provided. They feel like caves. Singer goes the furthest in this direction. The curtains are drawn while the lighting, as usual in this city, is almost entirely by candle. On the wall is disturbing, nightmarish art.
Singer is a good place for writing a suicide note.
Cafe Camelot, Krakow. But it's not my favorite cafe in Krakow. That honor goes to Cafe Camelot, which might just be my favorite cafe in the world. It's spread over three rooms, one of which has a table perched in the window, if you feel like eating on a stage. The key room, however, is in the back, where it would take an effort to ascertain what season or, for that matter, what decade it is.