I think I’m getting a bit Mediterranean in my fondness for a break in the day, something to allow some reflection and recharge between a busy morning and a busy afternoon. With summer finally here, the café’s are becoming a favored spot.
Maastricht offered city-wide blues and jazz this week, musicians and singers in the squares and in front of the bars. They attracted small crowds of swaying onlookers, filled the sidewalk tables with smiling groups of friends, evoked smiles from the wait staff and the passers-by.
For me, a biertje and some bitterballen with the music.
In Cambridge, the draw is the history and the scholarship. I enjoy listening the the conversations at nearby tables, debating a point of science, a position on literature, a plan for a business. The scholars are distinguishable from the tourist by their head-down, headlong rush through the streets, lost in thought.
For me, English breakfast and white coffee on King’s Parade.
