UPDATE (29.03): I headed back here to capture a higher quality panorama image for the purposes of this blog. I walked in followed by a family dressed too warmly and so scattered that you just knew they were tourists. A guy working in the cafe walked up to this group of 5 or 6, but no one spoke. After a moment, the guy – who immediately struck me as looking like young, pre-muscles Hercules from the Disney cartoon – realized that no one was saying anything on purpose. He picked it up quickly – “What country?” The group looked at him and said, “France.” “Bon jour,” not even a beat had passed and the Polish waiter began speaking to this group in fluent French with a smile and glittering ocean blue eyes. I was stunned. Absolutely impressed. Struck dumb. It was a beautiful taste of serendipity that I wasn’t at all involved in, but found myself party to as a witness. As he led them to a table – speaking French all the while – and I walked out, I felt the gape of my mouth and a rush of nonsensical pride.