Caffe Tito is unlike any cafe I have seen before. Because of the trees in front, I would have walked right by it if our group was not looking for it. The cafe is simple – beer, wine, coffee, and other drinks. Lots of tables, music (mostly American while we were there) and fairly smoky, even outdoors. On this beautiful Friday afternoon, people sat in groups chatting and laughing; I saw no lone patrons with only their laptops as company.
As is apparent from the name, the cafe memorializes Tito. While I walked around looking at the pictures and memorabilia inside, I also was hearing the internal voice of my American upbringing telling me that communism is any number of negative things. I was fascinated to be confronted with such a visual message (not the cafe’s intended message, however) that the way I have learned history is only one side, and truth has many sides.