So there’s this cafe I like to go to by myself.
Sometimes I go to other cafes with other people, but this one feels like my special place. I can go there and for a precious hour, literally nobody will know where I am. Tucked out of the way in the middle of a grey, poor, and frankly depressed city, it is a little oasis of lovely.
I like it best for its slightly bohemian feel; the wonderfully comfy but rather battered leather sofas, the worn wooden floors, the free wifi. It is always warm, cosy, and full of easy chatter (everyone who frequents the place appears to know the woman who runs it), plus the chai lattes are just gorgeous and my new favourite thing.
The absolute best thing about this cafe though, is that it houses my favourite toilet in the world. Now I am no particular fan of public toilets, but this one is special. No cold, sterile, iffy smelling claustrophobia to be had here – this toilet is clean, warm, airy, and homely. But it’s the walls I really love.
The walls are a beautiful collage. A colourful floor to ceiling of pictures, articles, quotes, jokes, and inspiration. The other day I had an idea to snap some pictures. Yes, I am the sort of person that hangs around in toilets taking photographs. Also that is probably not something you should ever write on the internet.
Anyway, for you, so that you can share in my favourite toilet experience…
So I’m thinking “Postcards from my favourite toilet” may have the potential to become a regular feature? Maybe. Although I will need to get better at hanging around in toilets and taking decent photographs.
Hm. Doesn’t matter how many times I say it. That is definitely still not something you should ever write on the internet.
Also, for those of you wondering if I perhaps have far too much time on my hands? The answer to that would be, yes I do.