Life and its whims... | Week 123

Hello coffee lovers!

I confess that I thought for a moment I wouldn't be able to participate in this prompt offered by @cinnccf because of the topic he's proposing.

It turns out I'm not much of a jewelry lover, although I am a fan of handicrafts. Also, when I saw this initiative, I was struck by the fact that right now in my city, there are no cafes that sell traditional handicrafts like the ones everyone thinks of when they think of artisanal crafts.

However, fortunately, I remembered this place I'm bringing you to, where you sell exquisite offerings of other types of handicrafts. I'm referring to sweets and edible creations that are purely artisanal and of high quality.

I've been here before with my friends @lizandra and @ernerstopg, but I'll tell you about those visits another time. For now, I'm still sipping coffee while I write, and I invite you to enjoy these views and tell me what you think.

Called The Fruit Balcony, this cafeteria is accessed via a staircase that immediately takes us to the upper floor of what was, at the beginning of the 20th century, The Chamber of Commerce.

Nowadays, as soon as you climb the stairs, the first thing you find is a varied selection of nutritious and delicious sweets and other edible options, all handcrafted by small entrepreneurs in the city.

The appearance, flavor, and consistency of these products are truly appreciated, although the prices are notably high.

Despite the price, one is ultimately grateful that these offers exist, as they are rare elsewhere, and at least once in a while one can indulge one's palate with pleasure.

For my part, I ordered an espresso accompanied by two sweet cookies whose presence and flavor went very well with the coffee.

The day, with its gray clouds, was in tune with my mood, but I still tried to find the beauty in the moment.

Imagining that I wasn't alone and that I was sharing coffee with someone special...

And suddenly... Life and its whims...

As life's timing would have it, I suddenly discovered two similar phrases in a mood I needed to strengthen. I don't think I've achieved it, but I'm wondering: Is it coincidence or causality that I inadvertently put on a sweater with this phrase and suddenly find myself sitting in front of a painting with another phrase that ultimately speaks to something similar?

On the one hand, the pullover telling me Bring back that rhythm. On the other hand, that picture above the fire extinguisher, as if the symbolism also extinguishes the fire that oppresses me, saying We always return to the place where we are happy.

I don't know, meanwhile, I take another sip of coffee and try to smile...

To everyone, a hug of light and coffee!