Somewhere Only We Know

The cafe is a single-storey bungalow set in the middle of a lush garden. It has a big window behind the counter where the owner, a young lady in apron smiling her straight line of cuteness, will prepare soup of the day housed in this smart white bowl with handles. There is also a huge sliding door that opens into the garden and you can expect the place to be very well lit by sunshine.

The flooring is oak and the wall is exquisite brick with rows of rack displaying kitchen amnesties.

The garden is heavenly in itself. Tall columns of tree set towering over the cafe and you can make out the mischievous monkeys eating fruits off the tree. Some stand on the pillars of the gate, keeping a watchful eye on the customers. Ferns as tall as men keep the surrounding lush with an air of serenity.

There is a big pond with lilies flowering pink and two or three crocodiles peeking from under the water, pretending to be logs but who are they fooling?

It is a peaceful place to be.