While waiting for our photos to process in the ancient machine a fellow from the front desk came by to explain that the café was closed, but he might be able to arrange something. Unexpected and unnecessary. Grateful, I suggested anything snacky would do. I expected him to come back with a few grapes, but a minute later he emerged from the kitchen with a chef in tow, and an offer of a freshly baked donut.

I doubt they realized it, but they also created a story worth telling.