"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody drew whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet. “ - Banksy

it was bloody cold.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010


For all those cuba street dwellers and lovers. I know that I am one of them, dwell there by day, lovers by night.
It's just that Cuba Street is exciting. When I first saw the bucket fountain I was utterly mesmerised, sitting on its brick edge, oblivious to the fact that I was about to get completely soaked in only moments. And even once I discovered this, I still didn't care. I was about 8 years old and in love.
Now I still walk past it almost every weekend even though the novelty is wearing off. That's pretty impressive though - 8 years for the excitement of the bucket to begin to dwindle! BUT. I've discovered a new hangout. It's just up a bit further and called Espressoholic. It has theeee most cruisy and perfect atmosphere that you could really ask for in a cafe. I've only been once, so far. It was Saturday night at about 10pm and we were looking for somewhere where we could get a delish, cheap, cappuccino and eats. We stepped in and felt a rush of warm air and a friendly bubble of chatter. There were plenty of seats and it even had an outdoor area. By about 10.30 Espressoholic was a thriving social session and the caramel slice had been heaven. Once again, I was, am, in love.
Luce McGoose

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