Corner cafe

Here once was a pub, where I met my wife. I lived at the other end of the building, I used to go to the pub once a week. Then I started to date with the bartender (barmaid). And finally I visited there several times a week, just to spend time with my sweetheart. We drank tea or coffee, played Scarbble or Yatzy, and I helped to close the pub late at night. And after one year we got married.

Unfortunately the pub got closed one year later, because the owner died, and no-one was interested to buy the pub. My wife went to work for the communal home care service. The positive side is that she no longer had to work late hours. But every now and then we dream winning in the lottery, and establish a pub, just for a hobby.

That pub was very cozy and unique, and so were most of the customers. One of them even made a drawing for us, where the idea is to show what the pub would look when we were much older and still hanging around there: