The morning was sunny after several days of living under a steel bowl. We went to Postane, the neighbourhood community centre and vegetarian cafe (which also provides our weekly vegetable box, yoghurt and, when available, fresh milk) for lunch. Postane can be hit and miss but is generally wholesome and today they had yayla corba, one of my favourite Turkish soups, so I was pleased. As we finished eating, the woman on the next table said hello, and we ended up chatting for about an hour and exchanging numbers, while the Postane staff, who know us well by now, came by with tea, cake and oranges from the owner’s orchards. She teaches at one of the local fashion schools.
By the time we left Postane the sun had gone and it was raining. We went down for coffee, stopping on the way to buy soap and chocolate. I had a drip, but for some reason it left me properly wired, feeling lightheaded and short of breath, and thinking that I shan’t have drip or maybe coffee, again. I’m not terribly fond of it anyway and given the choice would rather have tea.
By the time we left coffee it was raining even more and the dull steel bowl was back overhead, but a walk along the water was rather lovely as something about the light made the colours of the sea and the city particularly vivid, more so than they’d been for days.
A final stop at a supermarket and then return, where I had some water and snacks and am no longer vibrating gently. What an unpleasant experience from what was a very nice coffee.