I learned that this little shop above, Temple Coffee, used to be a bookstore. I’m thinking that’s one reason it has such groovy karma. So far I’ve started every morning in Sacramento in this spot: free wi-fi, delicious fruity scones, and hearts on my latte.
Now just wishin’ the books were still here, too :)
Yesterday I tried my hardest to convince John that this town was worth a family visit. Oh, how he resists. So now I’m asking myself: is this a particularly charming place or is it just me??
Some notes on other recent adventures here: eating lunch in the Secretary of State dining room. Button-down shirts were the de-facto uniform and the menu was sorta ‘meh,’ but I met the most dynamic line-cook ever (damn it’s fun to meet someone who’s truly passionate about their job) and he did fabulous work with my veggie burger.
I walked a few blocks out of my way to find the closest used bookshop. Loved meeting Raffles, the resident kitty (and she tolerated me). Loved that they had a “Happy Hour” 10% discount, loved that some of the books I bought were only $1, loved meeting a young art teacher buying a stack of threadbare hardbacks for altered books, loved walking past the fortune cookie baker (oh, what a smell!) on the way. Why (oh why) doesn’t OC have a decent bookstore–esp a used bookstore? (Acres of Books, I miss you, too). I need such spaces to feel alive.
Last night I sat in the parlor of the old home where I’m staying, working on my conference talk for tomorrow(!). To try to avoid the skeeters I opened the windows wide for the evening breezes (rather than sitting on the veranda) and was charmed that I could still hear the sax player practicing nearby, well into the wee hours of the night.
PS: To the dissertation gods that have arranged for me to have the funding necessary for such adventures while I’m working in archival repositories. Thank you!
Note: trip pics to come soon–I’m using my ASUS laptop while traveling and I can’t get it to read the SD card from my camera–any advice on how to fix this??