In New York City, I had my favourite spots to lunch, brunch, drink coffee or have the occasional drink. Many are gone. But they were often my life savers. I could stop after work or perhaps during a long lunch hour somewhere, sit a wee bit and stop the brain from churning and burning.
|New York City|
I even had a favourite "crying bench" on Astor Place opposite one of the agencies I frequently visited, an organisation I always had to fuss with and about and even occasionally shed tears over.
|Northampton, MA Main Street|
In Western Massachusetts, I had several stops, one just a set of stairs leading to a candy shop that sold excellent coffee, and had small tins that I fancied.
|Amsterdam, the Netherlands Cafe-Pub|
In Amsterdam, I generally went to the Stedelijk Museum for coffee with friends.
Here in the Upper Delaware, there are too few cafes and I only go when passing them on the highway or when I am desperate for a total change of environment.
I miss the cafe, and the pubs. I miss them because they were congenial, and most of all I miss them because it is where I did my best writing.