Frostbitten Toes and Photos.

Back from wondering about the streets, managed to snap a few decent pictures though not many of snow angels, or ice covered buildings, it would seem that those are a rarity today. Along the way I the way I attempted to pop by one of my favourite cafés for a nice hot mug of cocoa, I needed something to warm the chill that inhibited me fingers and toes, but they were not open. It seems as if most places have closed for the holidays, which is odd considering the amount of tourist milling about, half dressed, in the cold. The only place I could find was a Second Cup. The coffee was decent, not overly bitter or burnt, and I warmed up quite nicely, curled up in one of their overstuffed couches as I pondered if all Second Cups hired designers to decorate their abodes. To date I have not been in one that looks overly shoddy. There is always artwork on the walls, a big sofa or two and nouveau décor en mass. I wonder if this is a requirement, I wonder if there is a memo sitting in some execs office that states that all Second Cups should make the patrons feel if they have walked in off the street into some Art Deco magazine.