"Cafes are oases,
crossroads, resting places... The East End of London is full
of these cafe oases, and the East End is itself a oasis. It always
was a refuge... people landed here near the docks and they settled.
This was as far as they were going... They came to this East
End to escape pogrom and poverty. They had no choice. All were
able to start again... Each new wave helped create an amalgam
of tolerance and their various dreams and struggles permeate
these pavements, these walls... No-one needs to be a stranger
in the streets and in the cafes of Tower Hamlets... There is
no high pretentious talk. Ideas are confined to the commonplace,
which is after all the noblest area of existence...These cafes,
these interiors, these faces give you identity. Life is for real.
It is all here, and that is enough. You have no ambition to be
anywhere else. You know where you are."