Café Myopia was a misery place with no likes whatsoever on Trip Advisors except for one glowing and highly unrealistic write up from brother in law of the friend of the owner that failed to mention the walls were all done sadly in the old grey décor and that the chessboards at many tables looked like they had not been played for years and several pieces from each chess set were blatantly missing. Jobin saw that there was no customer already in there so took a table near the back where he could no be observed from the street outside where from time to time carriages and ‘shourded figures’ (sic) slipped passed in the rain and the slow gloom. After a time waitress came over that looked from the colour of her skin and eyes and the difficulty of her breathing like she would be dead soon. Jobbing ordered a Frapuccino (as was the fashion then) and leaned far back in his chair as possible, eyes skidding around the room at the unappealing decorum and framed etchings of tropical scenes painted in a style of the late Kim Kardashian.