![]() Eleven toddlers, mind you, did not strike us as company for our moment of solitude in the sun. ![]() The long morning.we relaxed with our coffee and scones, one blueberry, one orange and cranberry, single blue collar men took tables and read their iPhones and eleven young mothers, each with a toddler, settled in to form an informal day care center. No two tables or chairs match, and all must have been collected at junk yards. No landscaping crew has ever passed through. But on warm enough days, the grounds spread out like a park, albeit one so incoherent in its features that it projects a scene of total disorder. to our liking, and resembling a one-car garage with a tall red door they slide open in good weather, it gets stuffy and crowded in winter. It serves mostly coffee and pastries, most too sweet. So the Art Cafè, just off the Town Commons, looms like a magnolia on a box woods.
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