Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Community Coffee, and other serendipitous finds

Boxes are mostly unpacked, things are mostly put away, a list of things to do/buy/find mostly underway.

I am loving the serendipitous finds in the neighborhood as well.

So far there is a Cajun coffee shop/cafe in a strip mall nearby that serves Community Coffee, perhaps the best I've ever tasted.

And a non-chain hardware store with very friendly people.

And a bead/kit shop that I have yet to grace the threshhold of.

An upper-scale consignment shop with mens/womens/childrens clothing and furniture/household items.

God, I'm in heaven.

May 10, 2011 4:20:51 PM | energy

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