Who Needs Disneyland?
It’s the smells:
The fresh bread,
The too-hot soup,
The homey, wholesome air fills lungs and heart alike with inspiration.
I sit. I listen.
All around lives of others swirl around.
Like cream in cocoa.
Oranges. Reds. Golds. Rich Browns.
If Rowling can find inspiration here,
So can I.
That is the Magic of a café.