It felt good that I didn’t have to see ‘something’ in the city. Wandering was enough this time, and sitting at Culture Espresso was more than enough. I started liking the city.
Culture Espresso was located at the corner of 72 West 38th St.
Manhattan with a line of people who wanted to get an afternoon coffee. And I become excited to enjoy a time of doing nothing with a fine latte.
The inside was simple and clean and smaller than I anticipated (I should be thankful to find a nice cafe like this with seats in this expensive city, though).
Many people came and went with their choice of coffee, many of which were espressos, while some enjoyed their afternoon hours in the cafe.
Fortunately, I took a seat without a wait. The iced latte was strong and soft. Good enough to fill my leisure afternoon with a sense of self-satisfaction.
In Manhattan, I often see people who write on a notebook (not a computer) like a writer’s old notebook. Then I am always curious what they dream about. Of course, a lot of Apple notebook users are seen.
I know I won’t be a dweller in the city but at least will be a daily traveler to it. I must be getting used happily to share a table with strangers.
Driving up and down the downtown Austin, this cafe caught my eyes. It felt very relaxed and free to the eyes of a passerby. Coffee, Bar, and Lounge. An interesting combination.
For drink and smoke.
For a couple for a sweet and fun mood.
The place reminded me of an exotic bar seen in a movie. Located at 218 W 4th Street, Austin, TX. It didn’t create an atmosphere for studying or reading, but was quite nice to hang with friends.
On a very spring afternoon, Memorial Park was visited by many art lovers including wanderers like us who enjoyed the perfect crispy weather. I noticed the annual art festival on the first spring I moved to Houston during a run at the park, and I would have missed the festival forever if I didn’t notice the sign (‘Art Festival Shuttle available…’) on I-10.
It was very difficult to find a parking spot so we had to walk 30 minutes to the entrance. But it was more than worth the walk. I must confess I have no eye for art but I enjoyed the festival very much partly due to the spring weather and being outdoor.
Now I am reading “Sparks of Genius”, which I believe brillant and says every genius in any fields such as art, literature, mathematics, and science gets a spark that is preverbal and must be translated into a form – writing, painting, a mathematic formular, and such-that others would also understand. The spark is ‘felt’ by the genius during reading a book, taking an afternoon walk, and of course observing art pieces like those at the Houston Festival.
Walking through the art pieces was a great pleasure. Here are some for you.
I was curious what people were carrying around, a simple white box wrapped around with white thread and with blue letters on it.
The long line in front of the shop looked it would take way too long to see what’s inside the box. I contemplated whether to join the line or not but gave it a try.
The inside was smaller than I thought and more of a chaos. The colorful decoration made me discouraged and doubt about its pastries. But there should be a reason for so many customers.
Whereas the outside line formed in an orderly fashion, the line disappeared as I stepped in. Several wrapper-cashiers called and helped whoever is next, and I wasn’t sure if a wrapper-cashier called me or if I cut in.
That’s the box and thread, which was tempting (I had to have one in my hand!). A customer picked his/her choices and the wrapper-cashier placed them in a box and used the thread from the ceiling.
I picked my choices without knowing exactly what they are. To be frank, I just wanted to see my patries being wrapped and feel it dangling at the tip of my fingers.
It took about 30 ~ 40 minutes to complete a transaction from lining up.
The inside of the box. Are you curious how good they were? The two from the right were okay for me. But the yellow thing (the name forgotten) was unforgettable. I should have bought three of it. It was very soft, juicy and perfectly sweet! If you are around, you should try it (300 Hanover St, Boston).
At a corner of one of the worldly popular attractions for tourists, Harvard Square, Crema Cafe quietly stood with a humble exterior. In mid-March, Boston was still very COLD. We had to dig through a cold-weather clearance section of Macy and buy each of us a faux fur hat that could be worn by dog sellers from cold Manchuria (The waitress from a popular pho restaurant in downtown Boston asked if we are North Koreans. Haha). And my feeling towards the academic city was totally different.
Inside the cafe was cozy and warm and inside me still a bit uneasy due to the cafe being in the Harvard area (No offense or anything, but just my personal thing). It was a small narrow cafe so its upstairs was a cute idea.
It was a short stop only for 10~15 minutes from a long walk in the cold weather. I’d have had more to write about the cute cafe if I were to stay longer to read or study. One thing I can’t fail to write about is its latte. The latte was pricy (close to $5) but the best ever I had. The milk was extremely soft with a rich aroma. Anyone around Harvard Square should try it!