Today I went to a cafe

I'm beginning to understand the whole idea of sitting in a brightly lit rustic cafe, sipping on a warm cappucino with a plate of cinnamon and ricotta waffles (even if it's not in Florence, sigh, one day). I went out to brunch with some friends and whilst it was rather costly for a plate of four waffles, it was a very quaint and artistic cafe with the whole antique aspect going; wooden shelves, little bronze dial up phone figurines holding up table numbers, menus printed on scrunched brown recycled paper in typewriter font, brown opaque glass bottles of salt (I admit these looked like something out of the doctor's clinic) - its like the place was designed for instagram. But what a welcome relief from the stunning silence of the office where the only thing we ever hear is the deep whir of the air conditioner and the person who frantically types. If only I'd gone to the cafe last Wednesday..(that's a Taylor Swift reference btw!)