Bucks County Coffee has the best tables. Starbucks has the best chairs. La Colombe has the best coffee (well, that indie shop probably has the best coffee, but it closes much too early – 4pm, or 3pm on Sundays? How do they expect to make any money? They don’t even open that early, either.) Anyway, where to go?
I picked Bucks County because I wanted to do some writing, which was a mistake. Normally their coffee is at least drinkable but I didn’t recognise any of the counter staff today, and the cappuccino I got plumbed the depths. The espresso was so burnt and bitter that I could smell it before I even got through the foam. Stupidly I drank the lot and now I feel very sick indeed.
My street has been closed off to allow mad people to run, or walk, along it. It’s some sort of charity thing. There are actually a lot of them, too. “Must be all on drugs,” the old guy standing outside the diner said as he watched them go past. Here are a couple of pictures of them.
I’ve been modifying the gallery script so that it can display video, too, and not only is there a short video there, you can find a video with sound of under the bridge with the stalactites added to the appropriate gallery. Half a meg, though.