“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

We slept, beautifully.

Draining the last of the strong and intense coffee with a distinct sense memory of Havana.

And now we swim, pack, checkout, see some friends by the bay at high noon and then drive-drive-drive, baby.

Bliss.

Right?

Virginia was so on-the-money.

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

Too true.

We found the only tiny corner bistro with strapping French teenagers working in the kitchen, in Miami, it seems. They even had vintage 7 inch singles (Belmondo! Nana!) on the walls.

There must have been a European vibe on the air in south beach last night. The Parisian cafe. The late night coffee under the umbrellas after with someone drifting through town, like us, with similar memories of London-new-York-Asia. Curious.

The sort of thing that used to happen to former boarding school types in the late 60s while trekking through Greece on a vintage motorbike.

Or so we’ve been told……

The world feels small.

And yet infinite.