It was easy to spot the 75-year-old writer, sitting beneath an Arabic-language poster of himself taped to the cafe window.

When darkness really settled, Anton was still conspicuous in the cafe window.

I was standing at a cafe window.

The street was dark but for the light from the cafe windows.

She went to the cafe window and wound it down.

She was silent for a while, watching the rain spatter and pearl on the cafe window.

His cafe windows and stores are filled with signs, some illegible.

Behind the cafe windows, mortals took their evening meals or lingered with their newspapers.

Through the cafe window I watched London nightlife pass by.

He shouted, sent after them one shot from his revolver, and galloped up to the cafe window.