April 4, 2016 § Leave a comment
In 1720, Floriano Francesconi opened a caffè in Venice’s Piazza San Marco… And it’s beautiful. Pretty astonishing that nearly three-hundred years later, the caffè still stands and is recognized as one of Venice’s gems.
I knew I’d at least have to sit in one of the oldest cafes in Europe, but I don’t think I quite prepared myself for what I was actually going to drink. I ordered just the Bicerin (coffee, chocolate, and cream) and was full when I left. That stuff is thick.
I’m a firm believer in the power of coffee, and where you drink it can be just as important as the caffeine itself. Today I’m not in a seventeenth century landmark. I’m somewhat buried in work, school, and various creative projects. I’m tired. It’s Monday. My apartment is definitely not emblazoned with golden cherubs, but it is perfectly okay. Just photos of this place calms me.
Where is your favorite place to have coffee? Favorite shop? Let me know.
March 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
Happy Saint Patrick’s day! Here’s how some celebrate around the world (not just by using the four leaf clover emoticon!!!) and how some practice good luck. I’ll be celebrating by reading something written by these ladies….and probably a Roddy Doyle story or two.
Three favorites from Dublin last March:
January 27, 2015 § 1 Comment
When I asked my friend Kendall what her favorite thing about living in Prague was, she paused, then replied, “just the café culture. Being able to sit and write and read.” I nodded because that’s the best part about living in general.
Here’s a short list of the café’s I like/loved in the Golden City.
May 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
Mornings as of late? Close to perfect. By now, spring is basically summer in Charleston and I can’t remember feeling so warm (and dare I say it- calm) in far too long. My twenty-first birthday kicked off the first day of the month and the invisible, twinkly, birthday magic hasn’t exactly stopped. I don’t know why. I keep telling it to stop. But things, right now, 100% rule. I have finally recovered from the exam week from hell, where I briefly hated being awake in the morning, since they were not entirely mornings but nights rolling into the next day, all of which were soul-sucking and awful. And like all difficult things, it ended quicker than I could continue to continue to cry over it. Since, everything feels beyond shocking in its simplicity. Mornings are laying in bed with actually nothing to do…for hours…but bask in the emptiness, and freedom, of that feeling. I’ve had mornings at work, mornings in cafés, mornings at barre classes, mornings on a yoga mat, mornings oversleeping, mornings in Raleigh full of love & coffee & listening to Danny practice keyboards or guitar or sing that new Usher single, mornings on the beach with cocktails & hung over, happy people, mornings celebrating my mom & all mothers, mornings celebrating me. And I don’t why it matters, but it all does.
-xo (floating on a confetti-filled-cloud) E