A Tale in 10 Cafés
Conversations on Euston Road, fully engrossed until the cafe closed
Showing me your manor. Where your soul became my manna
Travel brought forth emotional outpourings, those sublimely, beautiful continental mornings
Frequenting Soho’s greasy spoon cafeterias, feeling happy, elated, enthralled, delirious
The worse the interior the happier we seemed to be
Fruitlessly seeking out our perfect place: we lost our way
Passing a napkin for your tears, triggering all my fears
Odds stacked against us being fine, approaching our closing time
Meeting effortlessly so often, now another nail in the coffin
Trading had ended where it started, a stargazed life discarded
Euston Road, London. 2006. Nikon fm2
Nottingham. 2007. Pentax ME Super
Madrid, Spain. 2013. Nikon fm2
Soho, London. 2005. Nikon f801
Sydenham, London. 2007. Holga 120GFN
Tottenham Court Road, London. 2008. Nikon f801
Kilburn, London. 2006. Holga 120GFN
Museum Street, London. 2007. Nikon fm2
Crouch End, London. 2007. Holga 120GFN
Euston Road, London. 2007. Nikon fm2
I love your posts. Seriously. Every. Time, I feel something that cannot be named, worded, articulated. It's the image and the words. Sometimes the words hit, other times they don't. But the images...especially first and last...so powerful. I was thinking that cafes are so essential to a time in our lives, when we need to be alone among people, or forced to be together in a common place. The cafe is iconic. As central to being a citified American as listening to the music of our coming of age. TY!
I've always love a greasy spoon cafe. One we use to frequent was in The Quadrant arcade on Regents street, it always was empty, so great for a group of us. The toilet never had a seat, which must of always a surprise for the ladies 🤣 It disappeared when the arcade was modernised in 2019 😕