I think all these flowers everywhere are making me sleepy.
I think I might be in Oz.
Today we went all the way out to the Port to try a morning coffee in a well-regarded cafe there, but though pleasant, it was all a bit too hole-in-the-wall and far away. It is turning out that I am increasingly besotted with ambiance; calm pretty spaces, sprawling scenic patios, and quiet shady sidewalks, so the quality of the coffee has to be mind boggling to overcome any of these disadvantages in ambiance. This city, I am afraid, has no coffee with that kind of stature. Montpellier had something so amazing I still think about it, but the cafe that made it was still a nice place to be in.
To make up for it all we went for a second coffee in the old city on our long walk home. There is a lot of prevarication before we sit down at places, but once we do there is this kind of immaculate stoned feeling that overcomes us, a weird bliss. It's as if all the flowers here are intoxicating poppies.
Hmm, I think we already covered this.
It is starting to get hot here, with tomorrow in the mid eighties. I have a little bit feared Summer here since we arrived in the Fall. But if we could possibly do even less, and sit in the shade more there is perhaps hope. If we are up to this stupefying spell, I am ready to go under it.
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