Checked out this cafe-cum-bookstore today in Palermo Hollywood, called Eterna Cadencia. It was so utterly beautiful--I wanted to lick every centimetre of it with my eyes. Just like Thomas' English muffins, it had nooks and crannies aplenty, one of which was an entire hideaway den in the rear. The icing on my lust cake (no, it wasn't the hot waiter whose pic I slyly snapped): the ode-to-Paul-Bowles breakfast! Not to mention, the English section was short on Grisham & ilk and long on Kundera. Thunk goes the eternal cadence of my heart. Hey, EC...will you marry me?