It’s the most old fashioned things that are sometimes the most beautiful.
A cafe on my street has window seats. You can sit there and watch the passers-by, while sipping your coffee and reading the paper. OK I can’t actually read the paper, (and no I won’t learn German in less than three months in this outstandingly international city). But I can appreciate the daily ritual of the cafe owner who carefully secures the current newspapers in their wooden spines.
They lay in waiting, these newspapers. They are beautiful to look at, just as they are, not crumpled and refolded and flung around carelessly. They are lovingly placed, and wait patiently for their reader.