Egon Schiele Cafe Review

In the Czech fairytale Krumlov town, I met a cafe opened in the Schiller Art Center. The maple leaves were half red and half green. I couldn’t help but walk in. The artistic temperament was very heartwarming. I didn’t order coffee. The weather was cold. I should have a cup of hot red wine. I served raspberry cake. I stayed comfortably for an afternoon. As a result, my book fell in the cafe, and I didn’t know it when I was a bookmark. It was also a wonderful encounter to think about.