Cafes

It may very well be that I have traded the hoppy fermentation of beer, bier and bierre for its caffeinated sibling, but never have I been happier than I am in cafes drinking my quad-shot Americano, listening to whatever music the barista decided to DJ out and generally soaking up hours of simple seeping in my chair till the 8:44 PM Metro bus #73 pulls up to take me home quite un-inebriated.