Cafe’s make my heart sing. Whether they are in my own neighborhood or whilst traveling, cafe’s draw me in. They have their own stories to tell. Lovers & friends meet for a latte or two, make up’s happen at cafe’s, break ups, too. There is something so romantic about being in a cafe, and it almost always makes me want to write, or take a photo, or dream of something much more. Luckily for me, my neighborhood is packed with some really special ones. Sweethaus is the cutest little nook of a coffee/ cupcake shop and I adore the old-time feel of the leather seats and the bud vases so effortlessly and elegantly placed. I imagine if Hemingway where here now, he would sit for hours at Sweethaus.


“It was a peasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The water brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write.”- Ernest Hemingway

-x & happy June!


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