I’ve been talking a lot recently to people about my favorite DC coffee spots. Luckily we have some really good ones: The Coffee Bar, Dolcezza, Blind Dog Cafe, Filter, Big Bear Cafe. I’d happily spend a few hours at any of these, reading, chatting with a friend, and enjoying a great cup. But because of all this coffee talk, I also have been reminded recently of the cafés in Paris I used to visit. The ones down tiny curved streets that my friends and I would discover between classes. The ones where I learned to sip espresso and like it (and not just only because it was the cheapest option). The café near my homestay apartment that I could frequent a few times a week, pretend I’m a regular and not feel so far away from home. Ok, allons-y!
Good morning! Wake up! You have your coffee and probably some super healthy bland breakfast in front of you and you’ll looking at these photos and drooling, right? Ok let’s change that.
