It was meant to be of course. One could hardly be expected to walk past a cafe with a name like this on the winter Solstice, and not stop…
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…especially when cappuccino's were a Solstice special today for $2.00. I resisted the special and ordered a London Fog…a huge pot of it as it turned out. We had just finished our Christmas shopping and were feeling quite smugly satisfied with ourselves.
So we sipped and nibbled…it was a cafe with “granola leanings” and I happily tucked into a gluten free biscuit.
We perused all the posters for concerts and yoga classes and fund raisers for food banks.
We oohed and we ahhed over babies and small girls with curls.
And when we finally and reluctantly drained our cups, we donned our coats and wrapped our scarves tightly around us to brave the cold outside. As we stepped into the street and began to walk away I stopped, turned around and took a photograph.
It was a Solstice interlude of the best and most satisfying kind.
(and no it wasn’t snowing today…my “snow” was created through the magic of textures)
