I took the "good weather route" home on the bus yesterday.
i planned the trip so there was plenty of time to stop in a place
I have been noticing since i acquired this new position
(and therefore the opportunity to spend much more transit time every day -
passing places i never knew existed.)
This place is filled with motorcycles -
it is surrounded by a huge iron fence that is locked in the evening -
but open during the day AND there is a sign -
A BIG SIGN out front that suggests there is coffee inside.
There's my excuse - a place that reminds me of my heart
and an opportunity to find a special cuppa along the way.
So, in I go.
yep - BIKES EVERYWHERE -
especially now that it's winter.
There's a couple of couches and a guitar leaning across one of the sofa backs,
inviting those who will to play a tune . . .
A young man with a welcoming smile behind a small espresso bar . .
what an unusual (and wonderful) sight -
The smell of fresh roasted . . . .
so, I acclimate myself, with a little help from the barrista -
I go for a favorite
(plain, no flavors added, although I do have the choice of -
well, he started to rattle off a lot of flavors but i stopped him -
because I prefer a 'regular' latte.)
Some ladies with dogs arrived, and recognized me from who knows where -
I got my latte and went outside to drink and wait for my bus . . .
I HAD to go back to the picture window to wave a the gentleman who made my
MOST EXCELLENT LATTE . .
he noticed me & smiled . .
the two ladies were seated on the bar stools inside, I gather the barrista was busy . . .
(there were only three stools there . .
two medium large dogs, two ladies,
one gentleman cleaning the bar . .
and a bazillion bikes . . .
I enjoyed it so much.
I crunkled the empty "go cup" into my carry bag
so i could get a photo to share it with you . . .