Sitting in Momi Toby's this afternoon, enjoying an Anchor Steam and diving into Patti Smith's new book makes me thankful to live in a city that supports a cafe culture. I'm sitting with strangers, listening to the overhead music, and we're all doing our own thing, thinking our own thoughts, carrying on separate conversations. But we're together. Sharing the space, the Bjork song, the time away from our habitual haunts. I should take advantage of it more often. Or move to Paris.