I feel that I could spend most of my lifetime in a coffee shop and be completely OK with that. Cozy. Modern. Bright. Dark. Filled with books. Filled with music. I don’t care. All cafes radiate an E N E R G Y that comes from more than just the espresso.
Confession: My first Starbucks was in London. This is SO sad. IF I COULD go back to my 17-year-old self, I’d trip myself crossing the street to get that stupid caramel macchiato. GET CULTURED, you’re in London. Regrets.
Just about ten years later, I lust over the opportunity to find unique and independent cafes when I’m in a new area. I think I would travel to a new city solely to visit a cute cafe.
Like this one, Granja Petitbo in Barcelona. Take me awaayyyyyy…….