Last weekend, I had brunch in a relatively new café in The Hague. I’d been there
a number of times before and so thought I knew what to expect. We were served by
a friendly woman who took down our order of soup, a breakfast menu and a chicken
It is in the heart of Venice that we found ourselves, seated in an intimate chapel-like
building as ancient looking as the rest of Venice. The concert programmed was to
be predominantly Vivaldi strings with extras by Handel in the form of his “Ombra
Mai Fu” which I was particularly looking forward to hearing.
Picture it. A cafe-tearoom at 8:30 in the morning. Almost deserted, but for a small
group of people in a huddle. Their coats still on, pouring over steaming cups of
coffee, I am greeted by their morning faces. I sit with my back to them and order
my caffeine shot. I grab my note-pad and pen.