So just after I wrote the preceding post, I went out for a coffee, and spoiler I got one and it wasn't at all bad, but anyway, I realised that Hotel Anna has a conference room, with an actual fax machine, isn't that glorious? Portrait of the author in the reflection in the glass.
There is another non-ironic telephone (what they call locally an ei-ironinen* puhelin) on the shelf there.Above; view into the courtyard; below, the gloriously empty streets of Iso Roobertinkatu.
The sparrows (?) of Espresso House. (If they're sparrows as we English-speakers understand them, they're varpuset, but I am only sparrowising them for convenience).
They left after they realised I had no pulli for them.
I love this shop, and I have loved it previously in posts on this blog (go looking).** I will love it again after midday today I suspect (when it opens for Sunday trading).