You sit down thinking you will be in and out in twenty minutes, then an hour slips by without you noticing. Coffee keeps coming, sunlight flickers on the water outside, and the table next to you is still debating whether to order another round of pancakes.
There is something about a riverside breakfast that stretches time. The current moves slowly, conversations wander, and nobody seems in a rush to leave.
Locals treat it like a morning ritual, travelers stumble in and accidentally stay, and the whole room feels tuned to the pace of the river just outside the windows…