Old Green Bean

by Bonnie Pockley

Generally speaking, I never thought of myself as being very traditional. It was the road less travelled that filled my dreams, inspired me and pushed me to the cliff edge where – like the fool on his way – the thrill of the precipice was equal to that of the height of the elevation and both were the beginning and end of the journey. The purpose, the point, no returns. But, you see, I have realised how wrong I have been. Tradition is very much alive in my life and not only do I fall back on it, I cherish it. It is the compulsion to have fresh flowers in the house on birthdays, the permanence of almonds in the pantry and the comfort of coffee somewhere favourite – a ritual alongside rain slicked streets, a history repeating itself as once upon a time, we ate breakfast out every Sunday, at Marios Cafe as a family.

Our current favourite: Old Green Bean DSCF4730 DSCF4771DSCF4738 DSCF4757 DSCF4767 DSCF4768 DSCF4770 DSCF4759 DSCF4717 DSCF4723 DSCF4772 DSCF4780 DSCF4782