I must make a clarification now, so as not to be misunderstood. When I said "Facts From Our Little Coffee Shop" I don't want you to understand that this little coffee shop belongs to us, with papers. No! I can say that it belongs to us soulfully, that it is our favorite coffee shop, but that we pay for the coffee, i.e. the cappuccinos, every time. Actually, not every time because, from time to time, our barista friends offer us a coffee from them. A nice token of friendship and respect.
Mutual respect, of course!
In my part of the world where I live, it's Friday afternoon now and I should be writing something for #MarketFriday, this challenge imagined and curated by our friend Denise, aka 
I'm sitting with my eyes in front of my laptop screen and even if I'm not sitting in front of a piece of paper and pencil in hand, as Denise says she likes to write, I only now feel like a great writer, only now feel like I'm accepted into the select group of great writers!
You may wonder what makes me think that, so full of immodesty? I'll tell you right away...
I have read in the biographies of many great writers and poets that they often had an acute lack of inspiration, that they sat in front of pieces of paper unable to write anything.
Well, that's exactly how I feel now! Doesn't that mean that I have something in common with all those great writers?
All joking aside, there is some truth here, and that is that I don't know what to write for this week's #MarketFriday. To get out of that problem, I thought I'd talk some more about our favorite coffee shop and show a few more images. Images also used in my post from two weeks ago, also in #MarketFriday - Something Priceless. In order not to be, however, the same, I modified the photos, cropped and selected certain parts, and enlarged the images a bit...
This coffee shop is located in the center of Bucharest, close to two of the most famous places in the city, namely... University Square and Old Town. On a small street, Academiei Street, which connects these areas. If the street is small, how else could the coffee shop be?
You guessed it! Still small.
It's a very small cafe, with only three tables and a few seats at the bar. We live very far from this place and come to drink a good cappuccino at least once a week. We've had dozens and dozens of coffees there and it's never done what we've often feared...
That is, not finding an empty table!
We've always found our coffee place free... I don't know what the secret of this luck is, but it reminded me that there is a saying about the luck of the drunkard.
It is said that there is a God of drunks who saves them from accidents when they return home very drunk and unable to protect themselves from danger. A god or a goddess, who knows?
I now think that there is a God of coffee drinkers, who helps them to always find their favorite coffee!
Our favorite spot in the cafe is at the edge where we can see what's going on around us. I love watching the barista make the coffee and I love watching the customers, so different from each other. It is an interesting sight to see and understand human nature, with its desires and manifestations.
Now I think a little music would be nice!
Music is part of our lives, perhaps even more than we can imagine. I can't imagine my life without music, hence my fear of going deaf in my old age. Just in case, I listen to music all the time. I think music can be associated with any of our activities. Music can complement what we do. In this idea, I thought I would put the music ( #myfavoritemusic ) that comes to mind when I write here.
More than that...
To make it a little riddle and invite you to try to guess. I'll give a few little hints!
The band playing this song is famous because they are like clear water!
Listen to the song HERE!
You may have noticed from the photos that the baristas wear beards! I am reminded of a gaffe I made several years ago when I was a beginner at visiting coffee shops. I didn't know that barista is the name of those who prepare coffee. I thought the barista was the feminine word of a barista, the man at the bar. I saw a poster on a coffee shop door announcing that they were hiring baristas and I told them I didn't know they wanted to hire women to prepare coffee because I had only seen men doing the job. I don't know if you can understand what I meant, I guess I'm also confused and I don't even know how to translate, but I'll leave it at that, maybe this will constitute a riddle.
What did you understand from my little story?
They Shoot Horses, Don't They? The title of a Jane Fonda movie I saw in my youth, and chances are you've never heard of it. I wanted to point out again my passion for movies... but I wanted it to help me to put it that way:
They (baristas) Drink Coffee, Don't They?
Oh, I'm done and forgot I need a flower, because #alwaysaflower, right Denise? You teach us!
This time it wasn't a flower. It was Spring itself!
It may look like I repeated the same photo several times. If you think so I would ask you to look at them carefully. Thank you!