A Sensitivity to Things

“Go to the French cafe by the departure gate. It’s got really good coffee, and sandwiches too.”
Dressed like a character from a Jack Kerouac novel, a connoisseur of places subterranean, my friend knows his coffee, and the city he lives in does too. Forget paired and halved slices of bread, I have been in Melbourne [...]

Time passed writing about passing time in an airport coffee shop…
Travelling. Again. In Melbourne Airport, for four and half hours, but not my final destination, or even second to final in this marathon, budget airline leapfrog across the Pacific, Tasman and Indian Oceans. I am in an airport café sipping the oh so treasured caffeinated [...]