In stopping over in my second home of Sydney, on the way back through to London from Wellington, I had just enough time to grab a coffee at another café that has stood the test of time – and also fits another type too. I think I’d call this one “the dock of the bay café”...
Enid smiled and walked over to Bill, still standing by the dilapidated jukebox, and they both sat down at a nearby table. As they sat, a gust of wind drove rain at the tin roof of the bar, making a loud racket. “Ooh,” said Enid. “I love it ...
He stirred them with his fingers, then ran crying out loud past the big stage and down the crafters' thoroughfare with the closed shops and food stalls, then west through the camping fields by the river that formed the southern boundary of Doc's fami...
In the midst of Hartamas is a hidden little cafe, the uniqueness is its setting. Its in a plant nursery, near to Plaza Damas. The concept and ambience is unique. Among plants and recycled items and furniture and all hands on made by the 2 lady owners. Beliving in Nature and Art and ...