Cake and coffee (not espresso, though) at my friend’s birthday (Kalle).
Here’s one of the many espressos my friend Selma always offers me when I’m at her house.
This was a delightful espresso in Ventimiglia, Italy. Olli, Carita (Fatal!), and I hopped over to Italy while we were in Monaco, preparing for the NMC.
Another fine end of meal by Selma – with espresso, of course. This one was particularly tasty.
A post by JY, reminded me that I like taking photos of the espressos I drink. Or at least I thought I took many photos of espressos. I think I don’t because the espresso is a nice ending to a lucious meal, or a device to force us to stop-savour-enjoy Life. Pulling out my phone to Lifeblog it sometimes doesn’t fit.
Here are some photos of memorable end-of-meal delights.
Hey, cool post! Its about recrding life’s little moments.