coffee...

Here it looks like we are two older ladies taking a coffee and have a small afternoon talk,
I’m just waiting for the hat and the handbag to groove out.

Some time when the blood sugar is down in my knees, I looks like hell…But this is reality.

I love these kinds of coffee times!
Almost always at the common flea market places all around Gothenburg you can have a cheap good typical flea market coffee break. Everything in plastic and paper…
It’s so good when it isn’t so hype, as it in down town; I like the feeling of sharing tables with others, just to take it as it is… It’s a little bite to think that you are at the countryside or in some poor area, with lots of love for the places… Hard to explain, but I really feel at home in this kind of situations.