Wednesday, August 30
 
 
 
Café, 12:34
 
We walk to the Jugend area where we sit in a café that we have visited before. It has a neon sign saying The Champagne Diet and everything there lives in a retro haze. The gramophone plays LPs; all of them examples of bebop and smoother jazz from the fifties.
The café sits almost opposite the law school and has no sign, or if it has a name then I don’t catch it. (This differs in kind from the café bar in the old town that has a large neon sign saying This Place Needs No Name and thus does have a name.)
I take a photograph of the mirror that runs along the wall behind Irma’s head to see what the reflections and light sources turn out like.
They turn out like this.