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La Contera

Coffee shops have always been much more to me than mere places for coffee, tea and snacks. A coffee shop is a place I escape to when sad, place I pick to spread the cheer, a place where I am myself – happy and content, brood a little, or maybe write myself a note. A comfortable place to sit, sip your hot chocolate or coffee, with a pen, some paper and a book and the world passing by, this is life.

My coffee shop should be bright and roomy. No fancy furniture around and lots of space to walk freely. It will have sidewalk seating and awnings too. There definitely would be those large glass windows to watch people on the street pass by or behold magnificent views of mountains or rustic life, wherever the location. There would be a lot of little plants and lots of flowers too. The furniture would largely be made BY me – I will take woodwork lessons. The chairs, tables and whatever other pieces of furniture that go into the shop will all be handmade by me.

The cafe will have souvenirs I pick up from my travels, porcelain, glass, wood, cloth, all those things that reaffirm their roots. One wall of the cafe will hold pictures, postcards and notes from friends.

My coffee shop would be called ‘La Contera’ – Italian for ‘The Meeting Place,’ an ideal place to meet up old friends, make new ones or just meet ‘one’s self’ as I have often done in a coffee shop. More ideally, it’s a place for lovers of three kinds – of books, travel and life. I might change the name if I come across anything that suits this idea better. Over the years, I did think of a lot of other names such as ‘The Flowing River,’ ‘The Brook’, ‘ The Old Oak Tree,’ ‘Tranquebar’, ‘Beach Bells,’ ‘Michelangelo’s’, ‘Bean Around the World’ (this is my second favourite) ‘Bonjour Vie’, Le Pont and a few more.


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This entry was posted on November 20, 2012 by in Fleeting Thoughts and tagged .

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