Amsterdam, the Netherlands
So I walked back to the first café I’d passed, but had decided against. Right across the street from the train station on the outskirts of the old Red Light District, I thought it would be too touristy.
The VOC, however, was a really cozy place, even with the busload of Portuguese travelers whom I shared it with. I sat in the corner, watching the last light outside fade, reading Writer’s Digest and sipping hot chocolate, as a cat slinked between the chairs, under the tables, and finally curled-up in front of the heater.