One thing I enjoy about Saturdays (if I'm not rehearsing or going to performances, or marking) is to go and sit in a coffee shop and have a coffee, read the paper, take in the zeitgeist etc. I used to have a little cafe up the road at home where I did that.
And while I'm yet to settle into any real day-to-day humdrum patterns of life (except going to and from work of course), I have found a little coffee shop which, during the week, qualifies as being on the way to or from work, conveniently. It is on the same subway line I catch to work...
Come Saturday, well, it generally means a special trip (unless, as I might, make it a destination as I go to and from the National Library). But today was, indeed, a special trip. About 60 mins each way to score a cup of Byron Bay coffee, long black, made just like home.
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| Coffee, long black, and a salted cream scone; could become a thing |
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| Downhill to the station |
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| At the intersection |
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| Looking up |
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| 'Wild' 'life' |
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| The outer moat (train station to the left) |
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| Safest spot for the boats |
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| Looking down |
The waterway is what's known as the 'outer moat' of the Imperial Palace which is not too far from here. Nor is the Yasukuni Shrine, the controversial shrine, I might take you there one day. The birds. How do they survive in the green-in-all-the-wrong-places water...?
It is worth the stop off. I'll be back.
[Camera : iPhone 6S, 4.14pm; Lumix, TZ-85, 4.37pm-4.43pm; 25 June 2016]
