Entering a bookshop before you've had your coffee seems like some kind of reverse universe where food comes out of your mouth fully formed and shattered pieces of glass fly off the floor to recompose themselves into champagne flutes.
Never fear! You can soon set this inversion right at Sappho Books. I might never have set foot in this bookshop if it hadn't been from a tipoff from a friend who discovered it by mistake. Behind the book shop itself, more or less in what could be an extension and a townhouse backyard, is a tiny little café, complete with detached bathroom!
Iced coffees with plenty of icecream, frappes crunchy with berry bits and ingeniously sprinkled with shaved chocolate, books within arms reach - not to mention the personal efforts of the staff - combine to make this little hideaway a very special place for long talks or quiet reflection.