“The hot chocolate is real cocoa, “ Laura exclaimed. “I’ve been wanting a hot chocolate since the rains began.”
I enjoyed my Americano and croissant. The beautiful hostess had been particularly pleasant. The ambience was decidedly European. The weather had been balmy. Laura and I had walked through Vancouver enjoying it as much as if we were in Belfast or Milan. Tourists in our own town.
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