We're sitting in a small cafe that has panache… style... a certain elegance. Cavallini.
Jude’s mum loved this place and enjoyed bringing us here. Jude’s mum had that same certain style and the wonderful ability to find gorgeous places like this.
The upside is the coffee and cakes are superb, the downside being that it’s a cold, rainy winter day here in Melbourne and our favourite seat in the front window is right next to the front door. If I wanted to study people’s door opening and closing habits I’m in the perfect position. A front row seat.
I have never been to Italy or France but Jude says this place captures the European flavour. Candelabras, lamps, ornately framed mirrors, quaint gold-edged round tables, bent-frame wooden chairs... It feels good to just be here.
A small girl is holding the door open for her mum and the chill breeze creeps down the back of my neck and under my scarf. Her mother apologises but I assure them it’s ok. After all, it is actually better than that because our cheesecake and lattes just arrived. Yum. This is the reason we drive all this way. Sunday Cafe Heaven. Liquid poetry with mouth-melting creamery on the side.
It occurs to me that if it wasn't raining I'd probably be home mowing the lawn. Thank goodness it’s a rainy Melbourne winter day, thank goodness Shirl found this treasure and thank goodness Jude said "lets go to Cavallini."
Another cold draft hits the back of my neck as someone else comes in the door. I hardly notice. Right now, inside Cavallini on a cold, Melbourne Winter’s day there are more pleasurable things to be doing.
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