One of my all time favourite things to do on a holiday is to find a gorgeous little cafe, sit still, people watch and savour a delicious coffee.
I was able to fulfill a couple of my wishes on my recent long weekend in Sydney, but alas...no good coffee was to be found.
It looked like coffee.
It smelled like coffee.
But for me, it just wasn't coffee. Only a lovely glass of warm milk. Surely this can't be right?
But as you can see....we tried many.........
Ho hum.....maybe next trip?