Centotre

Lunch with Mum and my brother at Centotre, in between playing at church. One of my favourite things about Centotre is that when you go to the toilet there are musical Italian lessons. A man repeatedly tells you how to order a beer over a bed of jazzy melodies.

If I manage to make it to a year of the blip thing, I am going to look back and realise about 80% of my pictures are of coffee.

This broadly reflects that 80% of my year is taken up drinking coffee.