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There's a chance the cafe owners were just being literal when naming this place "The Garden of Delights," but the decor actually almost recalls the details of the painting. No, there aren't any pale naked people being eaten by engorged fruit. But the intricate tilework, deep colors, and general dissonance of the otherwise elegant decor are lovely to look at.
Everything else was nothing but pleasant. My lagrima (steamed milk with a "teardrop" of espresso) was great. Buttery medialunas (a ubiquitous croissant-like pastry) came fresh from the oven, topped with a hot glaze, and are worth a wait -- medialunas are kept in a mesh-covered tray on the bakery display in the window; peek in to see whether the tray is entirely out or newly filled, and it'll indicate the likelihood you'll get fresh ones.
Worth a visit? The twisted green iron bars covering the front windows make them look closed all the time, but I'm glad I tried the door. It's another nice cafe for breakfast or lunch, even if it doesn't really recall humanity cavorting into hell.