This is the strong and distinct smell of freshly brewed coffee.
The rich smell of coffee has always been and still remains a favorite scent of mine.
My obsession with the scent and coffee itself started when I was young.My parents were the instigators.
As long as I can remember, my parents have always brewed a fresh pot of coffee in the morning. When I have first awakened, the smell is faint as it has dispersed itself throughout the house to my room. It is my wake up call, and has always lured me eagerly into the kitchen.
Mornings are a special time of day. The day is all fresh and new as a newborn babe. All the opportunities are there, so much hope and expectations in those few hours when most anything can still happen. You plan and map out your day to the best of your abilities and hope you will be able to accomplish everything you set yourself out to do.
But it is also important just to savor that feeling in the morning. When the day is new, when the sun has just crept above the horizon and everyone has woken out of slumber just as bed-ruffled as you. Savor that newness, taste it for what it represents, that every day is a new opportunity and a new chance to do something. Anything.
It is morning again.Our third morning in Nice,so we have big plans.We decided to take a early trip to Cannes only 40 minutes away with the train from Nice.Grabbed a freshly baked baguette from the bakery that was just around the corner and a second cup of coffee (take away,se il vous plaît.) and ran to the train station.
These are a couple of photos from that day.
Photography by Gio.