A feed, a coffee and a history lesson.
Imagine touching down in a glistening new country on a sunny autumn day.
No clouds in the sky. A playground to explore. A rumbling stomach.
At this cafe, sat on elegant bentwood chairs under old-school ceiling fans whirring frantically to keep the air cool, Oscar learned Sydney had more than a caffeine addiction.
He observed. He listened to a story of a time gone by. He realised not everyone is who they first seem to be. He discovered everyone has a history.
Cafes are the perfect place to people watch, after all.