“At the Hearthside Cafe, all are welcome at any hour. . .” Oliver hesitated for a moment in thought with a warm smile. “So, I’ve been informed.”
- Oliver, The Great Caper Vol I.
A Quiet Evening In the Heathside Cafe.
The Hearth burns bright and quiet into the late evening. Many patrons have gone home for second sleep, while Oliver enjoys his final cup of espresso in his favorite chair before turning in for the night. He hums a familiar sailors tune gazing into the gas lamps along the streets of Paris.
A row of street lamps. . .
. . . line the sidewalk next to the Hearthside. Electricity has yet to reach this part of town, so shortly before dusk a lamp lighter comes out and lights each lamp creating a welcoming ambiance to all that wish to enter this place.
It was the next. . .
morning when Celia noticed a small journal resting on one of the tables next to the Hearth.
Often you will. . .
hear the most interesting Conversations if you simply sit back and listen.
have been known to bring countless throngs of Patrons into the Hearthside lasting until the late hours, often not leaving until dawn approaches.
The Telegraph. . .
station laid covered in cobwebs behind a forgotten door that appeared to serve only as an over sized broom closet. It now serves as a chief showpiece within the Hearthside.
It is something. . .
Easily overlooked by most people, as it sits nestled away in a corner, just beyond the entryway.
One day. . .
more people than usual started to come in the Cafe in droves to see Salvo’s paintings, which were quickly growing in popularity.