I spent a lovely afternoon having coffee by myself at Starbucks, listening to music, observing people (like this man), and writing in my journal the way I did in the little coffeehouses in Europe. I did need some time away from the tension that looms inside my house, and this was my attempted escape. Sadly Starbucks is the only thing (at least in my area) even remotely similar to “Les Mots Bleus” in Bordeaux, but it nonetheless provided me with a relaxing hour of solitude.
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