no one knew we were ::there:: either

"howdy. well damnit. welcome. y'all can sit on over there at the twoperson table by the column. your waiter will be right with you.... and no. we don't take credit cards. only cash or check." said the oversized patriarch of the round top cafe from his stool ... from which he did not move the entire two hours we were in the cafe. oh and. that door does indeed say "no pants? no problem!" and next door was a shop called next stop paris. it had ... some lamps shaped like the eiffel tower. and some pillows for vivian's bed that i wanted so much to purchase. and that was all in roundtop. population 77. five miles outside of the university of texas' historic district at winedale where we had just seen ten year olds perform a relatively flawless version of a midsummer night's dream. izabella villers-milton as hermia was the best by far. she had finesse. not to say that cody moffit as lysander was lacking - he was quite a spunk. it was a good kinduva day. a day for soul expansion. a day of unreachability and unfindableness.