Nastasia Matrokhina
The place does not have a sign (or a website), so it is a bit tricky to find. Look for large windows with red lampshades. The café remains unchanged since the moment it was open in 1954. Even the owner hasn't changed a bit – the same grumpy and a bit deaf man who offers Americano with pastries, and refuses to take credit cards (a bit wild for Sweden). The café lies across the street from the city library. You might even feel like you’re in a good old movie of the 50's.
