I stopped off to escape the city heat but it was warmer inside than out.
Most had chosen to sit out in the sun, but I took an iced cup of vaguely coffee-like liquid to a wooden seat at the back figuring that stewing beats burning.
Small piles of litter had built up on the tables around me. The staff, wisely economical with their movements, were making slow, but steady progress with a too-small tray already full of plates, cups and wrappers.
On the table to the side of mine a brown apple core bobbed in half an inch of milky coffee in a lipstick marked cup.
The big plastic-leather chairs would usually look inviting, but just looked uncomfortably sticky today. They smelled of old acrid coffee, sweat, and something sweet - almost alcohol-like.
I stopped there only five, maybe ten minutes, but hot, muggy afternoons have an odd way of dragging out time. Melting it in long, treacly strands.
Day 100 #100happydays: Capture. Write. Publish.
I can't leave it at 59,586 words, can I?!
An update on Aubrey and Daddy - a Hi success story perhaps?
Day 94 #100happydays: Men at work
Day 93 #100happydays: Final week
I will miss the elegance of this place
Day 92 #100happydays: Shiny
Day 89 #100happydays: Fast cars
Day 88 #100happydays: Brambling