![]() May all who enter feel their magic stir, each indispensable for the symphony to occur. ![]() Vases of flowers dot the roads and ivy creeps up the walls.Īn oval sign hangs off the iron rod in the wall boasting its name in a rich purple, Opera Café with a painting of a superfluous cappuccino beneath it.Įmbossed by the entrance lays its manifesto: ![]() The alley where this cafe lies looks like any other on the island. The streets on this island are cobbled and winding, a peculiar shade of purple with hints of green speckled in. The weather is always sunny, the sky always blue, and the clouds always like puffs of opaque smoke above. On a far-off island forgotten to those stateside, lies a café nestled into the marble walls of the city. Inspired by wileyrossart ‘s mural at a café in austin
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