воскресенье, декабря 31, 2006
New Year's Premonition
Friday afternoon, as I passed in front of some fancy café on 58th St. near Fifth Avenue, I began to think about how hard it is to find a café, or any sort of cozy spot near where I live, except for Starbucks, which, alas, does not have enough personality to become my place of choice.
(Truth be said, the Starbucks near my home has a beautiful view to the Metro-North trains, which run quite often in the morning rush hour, making that café the perfect place-to-be before going to work. But I rarely go there, because it is out of the way to my subway station.)
In fact, the problem is really finding a café where I would enjoy going often, for the drinks, for the location, for the decoration. It doesn't have to be close to home, it just has to be a place where it would make sense to go to in order to spend well a few dollars, as well as a few minutes of my life. As it is nowadays, minutes of my life are gladly spent in many locations, but hardly with so much pleasure at cafés in general.
This made me think about a certain charming café in my hometown. At Dom Soccatto I spent not a few minutes, but many pleasant hours of my life talking to friends and drinking espressos. It was not my only café of choice in Petrópolis, but it is the one whose image returns most vividly to my mind when I think about these adorable corners of my city.
And, since we are talking about Petrópolis, I feel I should point to my readers a wonderful page I found a few months ago (it was in Summer, to be less vague), from which the image above is taken, and where visitors will find a few more beautiful mementos from long-past ages in that foggy and nostalgic city set amidst the mountains. I wonder if, one day, reminiscences of that café on Irmãos D'Angelo Street will arouse the same nostalgia for an unexperienced epoch that these faded postcards summon to one's mind nowadays.