Was it the purple upholstery or the gold painted furniture? Was it the light streaming in from the early morning Sydney streets? Was it the perfectly coiffed French waitress, all the way from Brittany?
Whatever it was, the shadowy interior of this cafe transported me to where the coffee was perfect, the home made marshmallow “incroyable” and the city life fantasy complete.
Just one cup of coffee in the right light in a plush French cafe.