HEY had caught my eye a couple of times while driving down Newton Road in Mumbles this summer - people eating a pizza out in the open.
Catching the evening sun, it was a reminder of how the everyday - a street, field, terrace - seems on a different plane when summer really does its stuff.
Customers were again enjoying the pavement scene when we dropped by Cafe 93 on what turned out to be a busy Tuesday night.
The heat wave had passed its zenith but the temperature was by no means shabby.
Entering the cafe I couldn't help get the feeling I had walked into a set favoured by Australian soap opera producers.
There was a stunning picture of a breaking wave on the wall, a sofa or two among the tables and chairs and tanned young staff who smiled a lot. I was half-expecting to hear the term "dag" being banded about.
Homemade cakes and brownies sat atop a counter. The informal interior was a mix of stone wall and plastered sections painted blue, pink and white.
There are probably few Australian cafes with a wood burner, though, and given that our Antipodean cousins' cost of living has shot through the roof in recent years, two pizzas for £12 (or equivalent of) would be unlikely Down Under.
The Monday and Tuesday night pizza offer was unexpected and welcome - but first a starter.
Salads began at £2.65 while nibbles such bruschetta (£5.50) and prawn cocktail (£4.80) started at £2.40.
Taking a table downstairs, with plenty of hubbub around, we ordered Greek and Mediterranean salads. By the time they arrived we had been persuaded to go upstairs by a family on the table next door whose relations had, it would seem, unexpectedly appeared.
Upstairs was a smaller and more formal set-up. There was a birthday party of approximately 10, us two, and a cracking view of Oystermouth Castle.
The Mediterranean salad was top drawer - a mixed number served with serrano ham, tomato, feta cheese, roasted red peppers, olives and house dressings.
The pizzas I'm used to normally disappear in around five minutes, then re-form in my stomach as a hard and uncomfortable ball of dough.
I was determined to eat this pescatore pizza in a more controlled manner, which is not easy when they taste that good.
Okay, so it wasn't exactly brimming with salmon, prawns and asparagus, but the base was cheesy, crumbly and light - a really wonderful texture.
The romaine pizza three feet opposite - cheese, fresh tomato, olive oil, onion, rocket and serrano ham - was equally well appreciated.
Looking around, the burger and pasta dishes looked pretty decent, and customers were still coming in when we left, grabbing a homemade brownie for the road.
We had come here on a recommendation from a local shop worker, and it proved a good tip.
This was good and reasonably priced food, although the two pizzas for £12 (normally would have come to £18.70) clearly helped in this regard.
Chuck in a glass of wine and sparkling water the whole shebang came to £30.20.
Cafe 93 has a separate day menu, although sunny pavement scenes are not always guaranteed.
For us it was time to head home, and away.