La Tinta


The quaint little café lay ahead, its faded brown paint looking despondent among the huge city buildings.

A light blue metal sign board above read “La Tinta” .

Beads of raindrops swung merrily from the edge, like trapeze artists, unwilling to relegate themselves to the grey stone floor of the patio.

La Tinta… ‘the ink’ ….now that’s a strange name for a café, he thought. Continue reading “La Tinta”