Last year the café at Glion train station was closed.
But it reopened under new management.
This afternoon, the waitress, probably also the proprietor, stole my heart.
She could have been Russian or Ukrainian, I didn’t dare to ask.
My spaghetti aglio e olio was different from other spaghetti aglio e olios but still tasty.
And anyhow, Glion train station is the entrance to paradise.