Salil in his Detours column, ends with this –
To understand an earlier, more humane time, we went to Café Slavia, which faces the Charles river. At its centre is a large, circular table. That’s where Havel met Olga, wooed her, and where they would come often. Olga received his letters and his love; she was his guiding star, his conscience-keeper. That table remains a witness to the personal and the political, the romantic and the revolutionary, the poetic, philosophical, and popular—a bit like the city itself.
He once suggested I read Moveable Feast. I did. He now writes this about Havel and Olga. He is a romantic, less of a journalist.