Went down to Peet's this cold and wet Saturday morning. It was filled, packed with people trying to get a table, trying to get a drink. Classical music played on the speakers but the sound was frequently hidden by the conversations going on.


This is a cafe without WiFi so people have to talk to each other or read the newspaper.


Mostly it was burly old men who occupied the tables and the conversations. One group of men spoke Italian. these are not the old men who are athletes, skinny in shinny clothes. These men were working men, maybe retired but still had the stocky working bodies.

No solitary old women except for me. Where do the old women go? I don't know.