It's a sign.

We braved the rain today and rocked-up to a tiny cafe called Props Caffe on Blågårdsgade in Copenhagen that looked like a scene out of a Russian film (Socialist posters on the wall, old wooden furniture and candles). We played backgammon for two hours over Chai lattes and nuts, without any dirty looks from the waitstaff (which would be unheard of in NYC or London). On our way out (when we finally decided to leave), a few stickers around the door caught my eye.






And then, a few steps further, another great sign.


It's funny what you see when you look a little closer.