A Nordic Bakery hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the city on a Sunday Morning. It was very well situated, dimly lit on purpose to allow as much natural light to enter as possible. It was easy to make peace with the little cafe, Scandinavian style. And in fact the cafe was a nice place to go there alone, to read a book, to ponder over everything and nothing, and no one's going to judge. I was instantly reminded of my Nordic trips. That peace. That coveted sense of security.
A simple coffee, a simple cinnamon bun.
The cinnamon bun is worth a bit more attention. Seriously.
It's her birthday today. Happy Birthday.
